Abiding

Yesterday, I stood

With the screen door open wide

To feel the world I’m distanced from

And all the unacknowledged good

It holds. I stood a bit inside,

Took in the air, and heard the hum

Of growing things that sprout and crawl and glide.

In the end, I thought of you

And knew

Your presence will abide.

Like many others, I am now working remotely from home. I'm fortunate to have a job where this type of remote arrangement is possible - many others do not. Still, it's an odd feeling, even for an introvert like me, to be separated from others to this degree. This poem is yet another one of my efforts to remain connected as much as possible, and to provide some small amount of comfort in this extremely uncertain time (for me, as well as for others).