You hear the silence that allows life to be spoken
I hear dishes. They are stacked and being washed. The dishwasher is being loaded.
I hear an offer to go out to the store to get anything we need. There is kindness here.
Friend or Foe? The world will know. Isolation Reflection.
There is no quiet in home isolation
In our home a small nation
Around, Words, feet
We are running out of meat