None of us were zooming
before and now
every single day we are zooming
for Jessica’s mother’s shiva a
a warm and impressive zoom didn’t
matter what the weather was
Gil’s 80th birthday zoom many people
told stories about what an interesting
and engaged man Gil is what good company
Penn South Readers reading one
good story after another all on zoom
Greenwich House writers class
writing it all down on zoom
a quarantini or two where we drink
(Negronis) on camera and try to catch up
as though we were there
Clarke sisters writing group
we used to meet for martinis in the village
Triangle Fire Commemoration committee
zooming again. Impossible not
to wonder how long we will be zooming
and whether or not we’ll finally
all meet again.
I can’t imagine living in a quarantine for all this time without Zoom. I’m tired of interacting with two dimensional digital people, but am grateful that I can relate to others in this way.
Please send the triangle fire link again this year.