Sexy, sultry, mysterious and hidden.
Previously marked as a villain, “the masked man.”
The daring, the invaders and the hero.
Today the mainstay, the protection, the fabric / the guard interfacing as our life depends on it.
Waiting for this universal catastrophe to end.
Even then, like the eucalyptus aiding the exhale, inhaling deeply healing the wounds of a year.
Can we let go?
The possibility of more pandemics?
People dependent on how well we supersede the molecules and seasonal vigilance.
Masks in the future?
Disbelief and lies carry us on the wind of change. Continents are ravaged with this unseen phantom.
The hidden pathogens carried unknowingly by everyday people. A pandemic of disbelief, burying the truth, misrepresented action and failed emergency.
Mask’s worn, business’s lost, people without food, hiding inside, thinking anew, when will this end?
That fateful breath, the accidental brush, the distance between us, the fear to touch. Life in the distance, we love so much.
Sobered by the souls that have passed, healing our future, protecting our children, walking within change and new boundries.