Fresh Air Walk During a Pandemic
There was rain that would not touch me,
followed by sunlight that surrounded me
but kept a respectful distance.
Even pollen seemed deferential.
Skirting the edge of the trail,
passing hikers offered a simple hello.
The birds treated it like any other day,
their distance a product of instinct,
mine a matter of discretion.
Cedar branches swayed in the breeze,
flinging leftover rain droplets,
a reminder that things could be normal again.
This is my poem for Day 2 of National/Global Poetry Writing Month.
It’s off-prompt, but I’m sharing it at napowrimo.net.
Also shared with Open Link Night #263 at dVerse Poets Pub.