Coronavirus door

Somewhere not far away, someone is working on a vaccine.

Somewhere very far away, someone is working on a vaccine.

Somewhere not far away, a grocery clerk goes to work.

Somewhere very far away, a grocery clerk goes to work.

Somewhere not far away, a parent teaches their child because schools are closed.

Somewhere very far away, a parent teaches their child because schools are closed.

A worldwide universal experience emerges,

crossing borders, skin tones, languages, cultures.

Boundaries of Other thin and shift under worldwide shared reality

of the boredom, gratitude, lack, and fear.

Before this, the only common global experience was world war: Humanity pursues death

Now, a new universal experience emerges: Humanity races for life

A door silently opens.

© Meisaan Chan

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