The gymnasium stands still, motionless as the corridors are dark.
The teachers’ desk lies empty and sad; no paper, no work, just empty coffee cups.
The laughter and sound we once took for granted, moved online to a web of classes.
Familiarity occurs, as the sun shines through the windows.
Bringing light to the equipment waiting to be used.
We look ahead with grace and optimism, working together to achieve our goal,
Of a safe return to our customary surroundings.
Until then, as the seats remain empty and the classes barren
We continue our vision unified by technology.
Supporting each other through a mirage of messages and videos.
‘Till we meet each other again.
(Poem by ML)
