The
wave reaches you in the stadium packed
with
70-thousand cheering fans. You stand
among
them, raise your arms and extend your
hands.
A
friend you haven’t seen in years runs up and
embraces
you. It has been a long time no see.
Two
lovers kiss in the park on a warm and sunny
spring
day.
A
business associate extends her hand sealing the
deal.
You take hers into yours and shake. It’s a
customary
sign of trust.
Grandma
greets her grand kids with big, loving hugs.
It’s
naturally what grandmas do.
Beer
and pizza at a local pub with friends after a hard
day’s
work.
A
student in class has a question about the test. You
being
the caring teacher you are, bend over the desk
and
explain.
It’s
rush hour and the bus, subway or commuter train
is
packed, you shuffle about, and squeeze in to find
a place.
Beethoven’s
7th Symphony is playing at the concert
hall
tonight and you were lucky to get tickets.
The
kids are attending Taylor Swift at the auditorium
a
few blocks away.
These
are signs of normal times, and with a deadly
pandemic
sweeping the nation, you and your loved
ones
are sheltered in place at home praying for the
return
of the good old days.
The
president promises soon, the pandemic will
miraculously
evaporate. Had God himself made
that
statement you would hesitate.
When
the call comes for normal activities to be
resumed,
you fold your arms and say, “Okay, but
you
go first.”
-30-
Chris
Hanch 3-28-2020
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