anticipation

I wait for the walls to break,

dream of the end of a pandemic.

Will we cease to treat others with

suspicion and fear

or

is this a symptom of a

deeper-rooted illness.

Divide sometimes

drives us.

It may define us.

It lines us up in

Front-facing firing squads

each eager to pull the trigger

first. After all,

survival depends on being

in the right.

Left with a choice of this or that,

I choose those,

And anticipate a time of union.

Am I innocent

or ignorant?

Yes.

And hopeful.