The fretful night ushers
morning lethargy which hangs strange
and heavy in this otherworldly reality
where the masks we wear bring us together
and tear us apart
Over a Zoom we share a bottle of hope across screens
dream tomorrow when children catch fireflies
in the summer heat
It is indeed a bottle of hope we share.
I hope our words wield collectively to heal the world.
Yes, I agree. There is certainly power in our words.
I like the line, “we share a bottle of hope”. It makes me think how drunk everyone is in order to cope.