Stillness

January 13, 2023

the town is quiet as she

envelopes it in her cold embrace,

tears falling for their lost time.

a year of silence has led

to an unspoken agreement:

the townspeople must not break it.

after two years, the town

lies in wait, losing vision of an end

to the stillness that surrounds them.

the stillness that seems

to swallow them whole, taking not

only time, but what that time could

have given the people.

it has been two years since

the quiet fell, since staying apart

and covering our faces in often

fruitless attempts of safety.

still, we wait.

there is some semblance of normal

these days, in that children will

go to school and adults to jobs,

but as someone balancing the two,

these polar opposite worlds,

i often lose sight of the end.

i am not so certain that there will be an end.

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