The ‘New’ Normal

by Megan Chapman   Nov 11, 2020


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

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  • 7 months ago

    by Michael

    Great piece of writing Megan. Normal can be subjective, and we measure so much by the word.
    As humans we need words, that describe something sort of understandable. 'New normal' is a evolution in many respects.
    M :)

  • 7 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Perhaps you'll be able to ask him again soon, Megan, and share your love of coffee once more. A little hope might just be on the horizon, and this 'new normal' rubbish we're being told to accept can do the evaporating.
    Take care.

    • 7 months ago

      by Megan Chapman

      Thanks Ben :) We are certainly living through interesting times!

  • 7 months ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Just like coffee, I do love your musings. Some things don't change. Thank goodness for that!

    Take care.

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