Plunged into 
	a season of plague 
	& grief,
	unable to leave the house,
	unable to touch you,
	how much I count
	on seeing your face first flicker,
	then appear
	out of the computer screen’s darkness,
	how much I count
	on your countenance,
	on your lively features,
	your sparkling eyes,
	the curve of your smile,
	the warmth of your gaze
	Your face, like Moses’ face
	when he returned
	from encountering the Divine
	luminous, radiant,
	shining.
 
				 
															 
								 
								 
								 
								 
								 
								 
								 
								 
								 
								