"norm" becomes "morn" when we scramble letters together, 
a new beginning coming each morning with morning owls and train whistles
again, again, again, again, and again 

"morn" becomes "mourn" when we let rhymes enter our lives, 
and we mourn small freedoms and inevitably massive, humble human lives we loved
again, again, again, again, and again

"norm" morphs into active "norming" as we scatter, zoom, plan,
pivot, engage, unmute, correct, revise, test, evaluate, assess, restart
again, again, again, again, and again

"norming" becomes "morning" once again as we pick up our lives
and elevate each other with arms that stayed apart too long

we must begin anew in this morning as we create our own normal
again, again, again, again, and again