Crowded Mob In the City
So many people I can barely feel myself breathe
There is an anxiety, but also a joyful anticipation
What is happening? Who knows? Who can see?
I try to push my way to the front. It is great to not wear masks.
Is everyone vaccinated now? I ask, wondering about the Covid-19.
Someone laughs. A group of somebodies actually. No one is wearing masks.
My heart feels lighter; I am carried away in the throng,
Where we are heading, is anyone’s guess. I do not care really.
I have things to do, people to see, places to go.
I am alive and the pandemic is over! I want to dance
But I am pinned in, cannot squeak out of this crowd.
We are jelling into one lump like a can of beet jelly.
Where are we going? I ask again. Starting to feel nervous now.
No one answers. There are gallows ahead. Ten of them.
I look at the guy beside me. He is looking forward, not noticing.
I start to have a bad feeling….
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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