I don’t see the days go by
Passing with them, alone
The morning dawn and day’s end dusk
are of a piece now, bookmarks of shadow
Waiting on me

The world is a quieter place
No shops, no diners, people
Hidden behind masks of fear …
There are no familiar faces now
Only the eyes

Someday there will be an awakening
When we emerge from our slumber
Seek out meaning on reborn streets
Building hallways no longer crowded
Uncertainty everywhere

When finally we remember solitude
Perhaps we will long for the slow days
No longer impatient, yet
Anxious to return to our old lives
When days pass once again without thought