Sometimes

Sometimes I just stop, sit and think:

. . .

"How can you all just carry on like this?

Like nothing even happened at all.

So much unprecedented loss, pain and change.

Were we in such a hurry to get back to what we knew,

That we forgot what we'd learned in our isolation?

The world took an enormous deep breath,

And there was a bizarre, unifying peace.

We breathed with the world, synchronised; in unison,

For, perhaps, the first time in history.

We gave Nature a vital moment to recover and regain,

And we turned our eyes inward; reflecting.

But the countdowns began, and before we knew it,

It was all over.

Nothing but a distant dream, a meme, a repressed dark patch."

. . .

Am I the only one who still feels the need to stop for air?