Fingers reach out
Longing to touch
Anything that is other than
What they have been feeling
Every day the same surfaces
The same textures
The same skin
Same dark thoughts
Same anxieties
Same pillows
Same sheets
Same same same same
Nothing changing
Never changing
Now any new thing
Is an exploration in sensation
This is the terrible truth that is the result of Covid. Great poem.
when we have constant change, we crave stability and comfort. When we have stability and comfort, we crave change. Too much of either is terrible – what we really crave is balance. And choice. Well done.