At least I can see your eyes –
even though they look sad and tired.
Your shoulders, too, are not the same.
They are rounded.
Perhaps an unnamed shame is weighing you down…
or maybe grief.
There is good reason for grief.
You stand at an awkward distance
as if a cloud of contagion was
surrounding me
like Pig Pen’s dust.
I feel embarrassed somehow
by the invisible cloud.
I mean you no harm, of course.
Your eyes dodge mine, anyway.
The disconnect between us,
is strange –
its wordless noise brings
a haunting isolation.
The masks have swallowed our voices.
I hope one day to see your smile…
Your dependable dimples
could always brighten my day.
But now all I see is the barrier
we all have to wear.
I miss your face.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, May 2020.
Becoming and Beholding 
So very true to our hearts right now!
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I can feel it!
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Yes…….these times are changing a lot of our usual dynamics……some are coming together and others are feeling alienated by the trappings of pandemic. I just keep believing and hoping.
Pam
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Me, too.
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Beautiful.
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A great reflective poem on our current status of mask wearing. I especially like this line, “The masks have swallowed our voices.” Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you!
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As long as we can see the eyes, we can see the soul!
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So true! And eye also smile…. 🙂
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Yes ma’am. I thoroughly enjoyed your blog.
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