Close Contact

A state of grace, a rarefied connection
Revealed belatedly the identity of your companion
Retrospectively located through track and trace
A fellow traveler similarly internally displaced

A fleeting encounter, side looks and glances
The human marketplace of second chances
Leading to a stolen moment of solidarity
A stare, recognition, and then complicity

Your lot in life, still, you were startled by the realization
Strange bedfellows you were, normally masked in alienation
Sporting badges of ambivalence, angst and dismay
And now to find a comfort suite in social interplay

A conversation that seemed as if it would never end
The joys of discovering you've made a new friend
Such are the pleasures of proximity, the virtue of presence
And the ease with which you share a comfortable silence

Closer, a playlist

A soundtrack for this note. (spotify version)

• Closer by Goapele
• Closer to the Feeling by Incognito
• Closer than Friends by Surface
• Closer to Home by Courtney Pine
• Love Conversation by José James

This note is part of a series: In a covidious time.

File under: culture, observation, perception, social, Comfort Suite, poetry, covidious, toli

Writing log: January 29, 2022