We are from face masks
From hand sanitizer and plastic gloves
We are from the silent streets
Learning behind iPads, and chrome books and laptops.
We are from car parades
With streamers and signs
Honking horns and waving to send our love.
We are from daily press conferences
“New York Tough” as we burrow in our homes
From Zoom meetings and Google Meets
Sweatpants and pajama bottoms
Lagging wifi and Zoom fatigue.
We are from “quarantine hair don’t care”
We are from haircuts from home
Dark roots and feet desperate for pedicures.
We are from the last paper towel roll on a shelf
Like hitting the Mega-Million in the lottery.
We are from temperature checks
From standing six feet apart
We are from plastic shields and fear.
From “Don’t touch your face” and “Wash your hands.”
We are from depressing news reports
Maps lit up in red and numbers climbing
We are from conflicting information, anger and grief
Of all that we’ve lost
On the way to where we are.
Kathleen Neagle Sokolowski