I See You (a poem for a pandemic)
I see you in the shadows of night,
On the balconies and terraces,
Singing a tune while shining your light.
I see you on your webcam trying to work,
I know it’s hard with kids in the other room,
Ready to pounce, open the door and lurk.
I see you giving a concert over the web,
Sharing your voice, music and gift,
Joining us as one and pausing your celeb.
I see you walking up the road,
A cautionary hockey stick apart,
Yearning to kiss, waiting patiently to explode.
I see you gleefully playing family board games,
Reigniting relationships previously worn thin,
Laughing in love, burning the blame.
I see you in your beat-up car,
Delivering groceries to the weak and needy,
Because your heart is as big as a star.
I see you making handmade masks at home,
To fill the shortage that grows large,
Not for credit, but perhaps to say “shalom.”
I see you behind the plastic and conveyor belt,
Scanning my food with a smile from ear to ear,
It’s not what you asked for but what has been dealt.
I see you at 7pm banging your pots,
Feting our angels, the healthcare heroes,
Who continue to deal with the COVID knot.
I see you in the ICU,
Stricken, helpless, reflecting on a life,
This is not goodbye rather a momentary adieu.
~Dan Pontefract, April, 2020