The ‘New’ Normal

How will I know when my ‘new’ normal has begun?
I doubt there will be fanfare, fireworks and announcements.
There was nothing like that at the end of my ‘old’ normal.
Well,
there were announcements,
But I didn’t recognise
that they were redefining my ‘normal’,
slowly,
in incremental diminishments.
It felt like I was caught unawares
by the sudden ceasing
of all that made up my ‘normal’.

Musing how my ‘new’ normal might look,
I recall my ‘old’ normal,
My coffee always ready for me to grab
From his coffee cart
as I passed
on my way to the office.
That welcome nugget of comfort
that set the tone for my day,

Gone.

No chat or names
just a shared passion for good coffee
our morning ritual,

Gone.

Irrevocably ruptured,
Evaporated,
By something smaller than a single coffee ground.

I wonder how he’s doing,
And I pine for that coffee.

© Megan Chapman 071120