Coming unmasked The best of times Lie ahead Those for which We have been waiting Anxiously In the days that follow The months that come When we are virus free And untroubled After this plague Passes us by Without cutting short our days When this menace Lets go its grip And finally rests Will it be days of wine And bouquets of roses Tinted glasses And Corona the beer? Will we dance Kiss And share meals At a safe distance Or will we throw our masks Into the sky Celebrating survival Joining hands Kicking up our heels Wrapping arms around each other While tossing caution And tremors To the winds?