After the last book has been read
The last Netflix series watched
The last puzzle solved
The last tweet, the last Like,
The last Zoom meeting endured:
The virus persists
And we are left with
Nothing,
But our own empty thoughts
In this relentless merging
Of days into weeks into months.
Passive Impressions 
I’m ok. It was more a statement of how things are, rather than an expression of hope (or lack of it). It just seems now that we are all stretched a bit, with the familiar becoming a bit too familiar. My thoughts are more along the lines of pacing oneself. This will not last forever of course, but it’s not over yet. It’s important now, I think, to keep on keeping on.