We hike along a way
we’d usually share abreast,
but right now, we each move
together, alone.
we’d usually share abreast,
but right now, we each move
together, alone.
The distance is forced and,
as two pendulums in motion would,
we try to match our steps,
try to meet in mind,
mindful of the gap.
as two pendulums in motion would,
we try to match our steps,
try to meet in mind,
mindful of the gap.
A contagion we can’t see
threatens to separate us;
to divide and conquer
by means of infection
is the metaphor of this age.
threatens to separate us;
to divide and conquer
by means of infection
is the metaphor of this age.
This disease might save us,
if we could embrace a truth
writ large by the threat:
we live webs of intersections;
as we go, it is together, all one.
if we could embrace a truth
writ large by the threat:
we live webs of intersections;
as we go, it is together, all one.
© Elisabeth T. Eliassen and songsofasouljourney.blogspot.com
Let’s make foresight 2020
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