Quarantine Days

3/22/21

A new day gently chirping its arrival

feels old and familiar

same, repeating comfort

a moat of safety

growing vine of things to do

stories, tragedies, acts of kindness

love lost, sometimes found

acts of intolerance

cutting through the low grumble

lives lost, too late to be found

trains of thoughts, interrupted

snaking up my feet running circles

around the kitchen counter

wrapping tightly around tender shoots

of free weekends and solitary seconds

tendrils twisting, pulling

each unplanned moment out of my hands

weaving unrelated endeavors

into a vivid quilt of good intentions

tiny buds of hope quietly blossom

in the shady garden

of the pandemic earth

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Belle Hunt⁠

Unsplash⁠

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A reflection on being home for a year because of the pandemic

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