We Are All In This Together?
What is really behind, an often-repeated phrase, during this phase, of our existence?
I hear it many places, a message meaning well, or to sell, what is needed.
Can I believe in this, all the voices saying, people praying, constant in persistence?
Is anyone really sure, who is being truthful, old or youthful, how to know?
Much advice has been given, how to remain safe, shelter in place, until it’s over.
And while I am asking, more questions keep coming, my brain humming, will it slow?
Ten times per day assaulted, on TV and radio, should I go, am I essential?
All in this together now, the rich and poor, behind closed doors, all the same.
Are we truly together yet, the black and white, ready to unite, or just existential?
Does life under a tarp, provide the same connection, allow for reflection, feel like home?
With food to eat, it is mostly misconceptions, for similar perceptions, of this illness.
We are all in this, this much is true, believers and none, together—but alone.