When the new dawn broke
So did I
A movement
A leaning in
Beyond books and quiet morning prayers
Becoming a face of what I had once avoided
Perhaps even feared
Quenched in me what I didn’t know I needed
Connection
Conversation
And Community
But something popped up
Which has me at a loss of description
A cloud? A fence of thorns? Surreality?
Unprecedented circumstances keeping human contact at bay
Unable to open doors, exchange greetings, or even touch
Technology, having been soured by old-fashioned rhetoric
Has now become a lifeline to our loved ones
And to the outside world
But so many
Already weary
Stuck between “new normal” and “temporary reality”
More recently, on a walk
The rain came down
And I felt it seep to my bones
But I wasn’t cold, or discouraged
I welcomed it
A washing of current anxieties, grief, and fears
And I began to envision again
The new dawn of a new season
Not by a calendar year, but one of hope
Where distance is not bound by six feet
Gathering freely
Dancing, singing, and embracing
Lingering for a little longer
Not rushing from point A to point B
Until then
Lead me to the water
Where peace lives, in my mind and in my spirit
Cascading on my like the falls
Sprinkling like rain
Filling my soul
Again and again
And regardless of what happens, or when
May the well within me
Not dry up
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