we were all children
once

welcome to all of you
welcome to here

It feels like dancing with a blindfold on

a stone is just
a momentary 
getting together
of sand

alone but not lonely
isolated but not separate
closed but not finished

the new abnormal
is groundless 
yet deeply 
rooted in place
where we shelter

long ago ancient humans 
left echoes of their existence
with ghost prints

may the neighbour you never knew
become your confidante 

a request of librarians
a curiosity of scientists
a palette of painters

remember flashmobs of singers
and dancers and community centres
thronging with life