Fear of proximity

I sat in a church last night 

Staring at a Christmas tree 

And listening to a choir singing carols

 (Not a service, but a concert) 

With pews packed full of listeners: 

First time in such proximity 

Since March of 2020. 

Later, wakened in the night 

By a scarily persistent cough, 

I made myself a pot of tea and wondered: 

What if I’ve just exposed myself to CoVid? 

As a culture, do we all share 

A collective PTSD? 

Do we fear we’ll only thrive in isolation?