About my experience of the pandemic...
It has been months
new seasons born
and left behind us.
There are whispers now
rustling outside the window
I’m dreaming from.
There is no capture of
the tasty food waiting
while I search for my angle
to trap the peace forever
to seal those times I’d like
to treasure.
It has been months
and I have been gone.
There’s been much silence
and a lot of warmth lost.
I’m here and I’m not
I’m dreaming and I’m not.
We have moved on…
Or maybe not?