Tapestry – Mask

I want to tear off the mask

And, ungloved, hold your hand

As the virus stalks the land.

These deep conversations

About life, loss, death, dying

Are hard to have at a safe distance;

I feel I am hiding

Behind plastic, polythene and paper.

I can only try to convey

With eyes and manner

And the fact I am there

With you ,

Listening,

That I care.