Once upon a time
And once again,
Time confuses me.
Weeks have passed it seems,
I can tell by rituals once new,
Now become worn in.
How bored we have become,
Tired of the now
Which was shocking and unthinkable.
But also no time has passed,
Normal was only yesterday,
Days rolling into one, uncounted.
When I try to squint
Into the future
To a new kind of normal,
I am exhausted by the thought
Of having to get there.
But it will be done, before I know it.