really finding their peace.
in a zoom meeting.
tingaling with a feeling
from a screen.
if i stopped caring
people could bear
with me.
i see him spit
in
a hand-washing station.
my entry denied
over
a
face shield.
face shield. face shield.
a repeated mantra; standing there
still.
This poem explores the dissonance between virtual connections and physical realities during the pandemic era. The repetition of "face shield" emphasizes the absurdity and frustration of safety protocols, while the imagery of "tingaling with a feeling from a screen" captures the hollow resonance of digital interactions. The poem reflects on societal behaviors and personal detachment in unprecedented times.
