… and every day seems like Sunday

 

suspicious eyes, smiles masked

personal space means sickness or health

distance is more than social

wash hands, don’t touch face

 

routines abandoned, purpose questioned,

risky shopping, empty shelves

don’t touch face, sanitize hands

and every day seems like Sunday

an overwhelming weariness

 

dogged determination meets eroding resolve

anomalies challenge trust

nerves fray, attitudes morph

and every day seems like a tedious Sunday

 

like a Sunday without worship, without rest

muffled laughter, muted joy, singing hushed

vacant pews, parks empty

every day, even on Sunday

stores line up, traffic doesn’t

streets are safe, shopping isn’t

distance is more than social, hands and face

every day, every day

 

suggestions become warnings, warnings become rules, rules become law,

parks patrolled, fines levied

smiles concealed, distance challenged,

empty streets, risky parks,

and every day seems longer and like Sunday

 

weariness becomes restlessness

 

grocery workers, our new heroes

revered for doing their job

healthcare workers, our new gods

worshipped for their career choice

 

warnings, rules, laws, gods, heroes, leaders,

and every day longer lines

masks, distance, suspicion, risk, emptiness, challenges

trust undermined by anomalies, confidence eroded

and every day is long and longer, interminable

 

and seems like Sunday

 

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