March, 2020
a poem
I’m fairly sure we won’t all die.
I’m fairly sure we will science the hell out of this thing.
I’m fairly sure we will find the cure together.
I’m fairly sure we will come out better than before.
And through it all I’m fairly sure we will discover
how much we need to love each other.
© Antoinette Nevitt, 2020
Written in response to David S.’s prompt Innocence and Experience at Dead Poet’s Live. Thank you, David, for keeping the light burning so brightly right now.
