Photo shot at 7:50am

At the moment…

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    wide bright roomful of laughter with no sound …

through clear glass panels —

  — i don’t know whose children’s birthday party this is —

   and then while looking at the beaming faces

   you tell yourself …

    wait…

    there’s a pandemic,

      this   is   

         a    memory…

and that wakes you up.

   you go back 

   it’s still early.

   Soft sofa, sunlight

     streaming in 

     through feathery

    curtained windows,

   … waiting in a dental clinic

  with family members …

   looking at their soft smiles, 

     you tell yourself

        and 

                again…

    “…wait.

     i’m not here on a cushion

     with family and friends in clear faces,

        there’s a pandemic…”

        and

        you wake up …

craving for your childhood comfort food …

of fries and salt: Mommy peeling washed potatoes, slicing them into slivers…

    Real

     and fresh potatoes

     are firmer and more succulent.

         Your spirit continues to dream

       but your mind refuses to hope.