Wide, sapphire, hawk-swooped skies
took the chill out of our lonely bones
but it was the hum of human sounds that
moved us, like hearing a favorite song
at just the right time
We congregated
in familiar yet haunted spaces,
not touching fingers or cheeks
even though we could have
if we dared
We were close enough
under the event tent
to recall being in the same room,
cold enough to seek heat,
assemble like turtles in the sun
Behind cloth-covered lips,
six feet between our toes
it felt like every good thing
to gather together
more holy than I remember.