We always say I will be the one who will be standing when she dies.
There are so many assumptions in that statement:
- She will die.
- She will die before I do.
- I will be able to stand.
We think we know the path, the plan
Yet there have already been so many silences when we expected sound
So many sunny days during a torrential storm.
Then, of course, great pandemics,
Bringing a box of uncertainties.
How many pandemics does it take to remember we don’t know anything about standing?