What will it be like to be shaken,
Quarantined, locked down,
With only the questions that matter?
Wondering whether we’ll catch it,
Whether our loved ones will catch it,
Whether our dreams still mean anything,
Or if this is the beginning of the end of this
strange project called civilization –
what if we go through this, and
Will we now
see in the tumbling red ticker tape of the Dow,
The mind virus that got us here
and the machine that eats the world?
Will facing the bottomless vacuum
of pretend value
Will we, in this time –
we’ve never had
open to our real feelings?
What happens if we won’t?
What would shift,
in our world,
if we got ruthlessly real
With our own mortality? What happens if we don’t?
How would it feel,
after all this,
With our certainty revoked
by a microscopic grace
Our futures pried open
The possibility of a new normal
Of one last shot at
meaning, healing, or wholeness
To give our stillness
To Netflix and toilet paper?
Friends, what happens if we don’t let this change us?
And then again, what happens if we do?