Solitary confinement knocks at my door;
I open to no one, I see only air there.
I wait for the invisible scare to disappear,
so all can be as before.
Will it? Or will pandemic become endemic,
changing our lives forever.
Will we become more grateful, less hateful?
Or will we revert to a tether of hard leather.
If virus can heal us,
even via death and loss,
We will come through softer, more pliable,
without dross.