What is it about collective struggle
That draws us together?
Maybe that we see firsthand
That everyone’s blood bleeds red
That others aren’t impervious to pain
That our struggles don’t make us less than
That while fortune invariably seems to be so selective,
Suffering, ultimately, is not.
Knowing that the pandemic affected us all
Albeit to different degrees
Is a reminder of our warm blooded humaneness
Our widespread fragility
That despite our differences
We are co-sojourners on this blue planet
Wrestling with smooth and rough edges
Of objective reality.
The playing fields will probably never be equal
And there are certain advantages many will never taste
Yet none of us will never escape the limitations
Of being flesh and blood.