the past and future meet and mix
in a cacophony of
tethered remembrances and high flying dreams.
A crowded past
Jams in with a distanced future.
What is the etiquette when past and future collide?
Longed for hugs?
(What's hidden behind the mask?
What's hidden in plain sight?)
A past of shared meals of laughs and wine
tangle with a future of separate tables
and distanced community
yearning to reunite.
A muddle of tradition
now without a shared cup
or broken bread.
A past of singing
tumbled out of a future of muted praise
One anxious step out the door
two back to safety.
One joyous leap outside,
A shared past.
A divided future.
Lord of today,
meet us in the snarl of uncertainty
beat that sword into a ploughshare
sow those seeds for a future we can all feed upon.