poem of the day January 31

Watching old TV

I am reminded 

of the nostalgia of

a different time

How just one year ago

we were crawling over each other

happily invading personal space

always ready to hug for no reason

Even the reluctant wallflowers

willingly shook hands

kissed on the checks

And holidays were so

crowded like a tin full 

of slow dancing sardines

sharing sips from the same cup

tasting each other's food

as we patted ours backs

in the grand grope of humanity

Then everything changed

the plague spread among us

invading the space between souls

Separating lives into distant lone stars

floating in a cold Milky Way that no longer

has the touchy feely warmth of heaven

I have to say it is hard to be an island

in a fearfully frozen sea where 

touch of one another is now an enemy