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.