we share air, not words
with neighbours on city streets,
I wonder what if
distance would slip into sleet,
wash iced eyes so we see, us,
the circus
of would-bes and was
held within
hushed chorus
spilling into each other
in needed trust, begin,
sustain,
what’s in this name;
sharing, forging, vying,
individual lives combined
thrive,
those who do not strive
to direct the coming wave
must hope others swim,
in water, salt stings,
I believe we can shift tides
but question; will we?
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

I am afraid I very much doubt it 🤭