In 15 years, I will remember
squares of strange and familiar
faces on a 13-inch screen
for sometimes eight hours a day.

In 15 years, I will remember
sitting at a kitchen table in
a kitchen chair by a bed and
ironing board in a faux office.

In 15 years, I will remember
perpetual lower back pain,
and days of lying flat on my back
in my real bed seeking enlightenment.

In 15 years, I will remember
how my fan blowing into
my microphone annoyed some Zoomers,
as my second bedroom cum office had no airco.

In 15 years, I will remember
that after over a year of studying
and living in a Dutch-speaking land,
my Portuguese still flowed far better.

In 15 years, I will remember
that after over a year of searching
for meaning in myriad religions and
remote lands, I only wanted to come home to you.