The Show…Going On

The sky was lightheaded, spinning, euphoric…

Oh, I felt it, too.

When you came to what
is called your isolation,
you forgot the true story
of how isolation happens.

You didn’t have to raise your fist
to the sky like a mad drunkard
crying for another round.

The sound of isolation, the fingers snapping
and the pushing down of necks for a step up,
you were fearless.

Those first few days
felt like months.
If you look at photos,
notice the sky.

And I don’t want to sound
like one of those people
who spent their isolation –
isolated –
but a little loneliness –
a little separation –
a little look up at a drunken sky –

How did our feet ever stay on the ground?

The Show…Going On

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