Haiku for patience
A stimulus check,
An appointment for a shot,
Independence Day?
Where are the markers?
What will tell us it’s over?
And can we trust that?
Like newborn bear cubs,
Drawn yet blinded by the light
Flooding our cramped dens,
Weary of the dark
And desperate to emerge,
Safety holds us back.
Still, springtime beckons,
Luring us with light and warmth,
Teasing us with hope.
Our faces feel shy
When we think of them unmasked,
Naked and revealed.
All buds can’t unfurl
Simultaneously, but
When is it our turn?
I long for a seat
At a crowded table where
I am not afraid.
Beautiful, Jan! I am longing for a seat at that table too. I am still not eligible for the vaccine yet, but soon, I hope. At least we now have hope!
I hope you and Bill get your shots soon . . . the arbitrariness of the rollout is pretty frustrating. But it WILL happen 🙂