As I sit hunched at my desk,
Eyes squinting,
hands trembling –
Typing blurry words on the blank screen,
I can’t help but think.
Will it always be this way?

Will I always ache for the past?
For the days when I sat in the warm sun,
Swaddled in a blanket of friends,
Laughing at jokes I no longer remember.

Will I always feel this disconnect?
Stumbling in a haze through the empty world,
Shocked at the sight of another,
Wondering if they are smiling behind the mask.

Will I always worry for the future?
Brows furrowing as I think of the planet,
A mountain of problems too tall to climb,
With this pandemic being but one.

A bird calls from beyond the window,
Pulling my focus from the screen before me.
The sharp reminder soothes my weary mind –
Breathe in, breathe out.
You can’t solve everything in a day.