Can I Touch You?

Found on Facebook without attribution

It will happen
In a time of blueberries and corn
and the dead returning
as hummingbirds

as a morning sun glows white
through a thick blanket
of pale grey lit clouds
and much will have stopped

A pandemic unrest
will bring hesitation
Can I touch you?

Can I touch you?

And even bigger questions
that won’t go away
pressing you for answers
that offer no solace

How then shall I live?
Where do I die?
Where are my grandchildren?
What have we done?

And you won’t know if you
should pick up your knitting
or read more about ice melting
or clean your kitchen

or tend to your garden
or speak with your ancestors
or lie on the earth and cry
or write a love letter

© Poetess Rachelle Lamb 💗