We wave to each other
Through the window
Press kisses on cold glass
Reach out, arms open
in a virtual hug.
It’s all we can ask for now.
Then I’m told we can meet inside
And still make sure to stay apart.
So we edge around each other,
Aware that this malicious virus
Could sneak up and attack.
But that mask that covers your face
Still keeps us apart.
Your voice
a muffled whisper
I can hear no words of hope
Nor exchange a comforting hug.
……….
Mary McGonagle Johnson is a published writer and poet. She has been involved in cultural activities in Manchester and Derry. She now resides in Inishowen, Donegal.