Purgatory

Forty days and forty nights Christ spent wandering in the desert but it’s now over ten times that, four hundred twenty days and counting in this isolation desert cut off to varying degrees from contact with other humans with remote meetings getting more remote and a takeout dinner from a fancy restaurant is just a takeout dinner, although live streaming music and plays help a little but ain’t really all that live and I have a desperate nostalgia to return to what was my mundane existence before, while the days of our lifes trickle like water from a leaking faucet as I as I sit on my back porch bench denied your touch as we are apart, suspended, between heaven and hell.