Human Communion

A poem on feeling side effects from life inside

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Sometimes, I forget how to be human.

I forget how to sing, and how to dance.

I forget how to appreciate the mere presence of others.

I forget how to Be without “good reason”.

I worry that I will never find myself back within the folds of “here-ness”.

Never able to participate fully.

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Before we were physically locked inside,

I was finally learning to dance in my own living room,

Without being so damned self-conscious.

Sometimes I wonder,

If it’s been too long for me to re-learn.

Sometimes, I worry there will never be an opportunity to try.

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No more mass human communion

That I never got to participate in.

Not nearly enough, anyway.