We cling to our honor as the shock dissipates . And back again it comes .
Wrestling with fears and seeking desperately for a moment with ease .
We ask each other ” what do we do ?” again and again .
Holding dear each new bit of news .
Changing all the time . Changing all the time . Changing all the time .
Unrest and ill at ease and yet ….
Strangers now willing to look in each other’s eyes
and smile .
A gentleness has appeared in the face of the fear .
The preciousness of moments are real .
and the uncertainty was always here .
Only now it lives in the inhale and exhale and doesn’t leave .
I hold the glimpses of warmth in faces so dear
feeling comfort in knowing our connections are real .
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