The hollow

When Zoom is a tomb
and Teams is obscene
we stare
at screens –

fulfilling other peoples
dreams –

navigating
fiends, foes, friends
collaboration
deliberations

blank stares
bare down
as we recoil
at the sound
that makes
our skin crawl
when its
15 minutes before

Lord we are looking
at the door
wondering what
we did before?

Our refuge is
now a deluge

and silently
we drown
beneath
the waves –
of
the
conference
calls.

Breathe… be still.

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