The Mellowing

She’s offering her
hand
sanitizer
laced with a
strawberry scent-
a reminder
to keep away
the germs.

Her words move out
with a mellowed
melody-
burning out from
her orphaning.

The drugs are using her body
like the sails of a ship
use wind.
She’s winding down
she’s sinking,
she’s believing everything.

The invisible man is falling like she is sinking, entropic alliance care to? Anything she-he can do to avoid the mire? Are they seeing each other as impressions lasting first, or behind facade is there a growing faith thrust and no fear , alone in dark, as children do?