Eye doctors’ dreams —
They’re filling prescriptions
We’re zeroing in on our screens in submission
Afflictions, restrictions
Divisions are striking
Journalist discourse is less than our liking
We’ve ground to a halt
A standstill, and impasse
Diplomats stiffen our hope in great trespass
But in the obscure
An elation, a splendor —
The joy of the youth won’t yield nor surrender
Obstacle? Upset?
Setback? Concern?
They’ll regroup, restore, and quickly discern
A sail on the boundary
Where we saw none
So bravo to children — my daughter, my son!
COVID can’t somber
The laughter inside
Pandemics can’t blot out the joy they provide
Arc de Triomphe!
The victory is theirs!
Our model for grasping our state of affairs
Onward and upward;
Endure, and persist
COVID, you’re out. You’re excused. You’re dismissed!
Esti Stoian, 2020