Thursday, March 26, 2020

STANDS TO REASON

When we cannot kiss,
but we can still choose 
to walk around and listen—

when we can still talk
and sing about
the extent of the doubt
and mistrust we must be oozing—

when it seems like there is
no room left
for the size of the thoughts
we must keep holding in,

but there are still open windows,
mellow sun, cooling rain,
and soft wind blowing—

it must stand 
to reason: who needs touch,
as long as there still 
is feeling?