When the lockdown will be over, when we will stroll as reunited families
And meet our dear friends again at parties, we’ll live in the same houses,
Drive on the same roads – strange to us for perhaps a week. Each trip will
Be a homecoming to a place inside of us, we had rapidly forgotten.
If we have kept our jobs, we’ll go to the open spaces where we worked ;
With the money left, we’ll prove each other right as quickly as possible.
Something will have changed though, we’ll wear masks and be freer,
Yet one wonders why even free men must wear a mask. Having gone back
To late evening mirrors, we will all know what needs to be done :
Meshana Makom, Meshana Mazal and yet we’ll wait and be confined.
Crédit image : Felix Vallotton