Isolation invoked with uncertainty and gentle whispers.
Subtle blows, listen to the breeze
Pray for rain, a gentle stream
to pass by in its unaltered beauty.
As I once found myself,
across dismal courts and packed hallways,
leery in nature, eyes to ground,
I was dispelled.
The hours; turmoil.
Passed by.
Chair to bed to desk to kitchen to chair;
and I only paused to look out the window.
The cardinal couple passes by once again,
regulars, and I am their audience from the balcony that purges the sense of home.
How long has it been?
The sun gazed down.
The warmth, like nurture grasp around my own aura,
Chitter-chatter, I never thought I’d want to listen more,
new shoes, on the move, here I go;
run some errands, list in tow.
It wasn’t as bad as I thought,
got some lunch.
This veil lifted, and once again I found myself within my community.
Gazing at me while I catch glimpses,
never face-forward, but near;
listening.
I could still take a breath, out there too.
It felt good to get out for the day.
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