We’re still here, aren’t we?
We may have lost all track of time
Maybe for us it is the 306th
day of March, but at least
it’s not the Ides. Maybe
some of us have not left our homes,
spent more time in bed than in our cribs,
kissed fewer lips and longed for more
than ever before. Maybe we have lost
folks or have endured the illness
that passes all comprehension
and maybe nothing has happened
to anyone we know. So. So.
We’re still here, you and me.
We’re still here, aren’t we?