Horizon stretches so far away
early in the morning,
sunlight drenches, beckons,
welcoming with fingertips
gentle and knowing,
strokes of sunshine,
pristine perfection,
our hearts pound as
upon the pavement
our pattering feet move,
reaching our goal,
though it matters not so much now
as the bonding time does,
this is so very true.
My eyes dance upon the
scene before us,
pathway, passing neighbours,
fluffy companions,
smiles or avoidance?
Masks may hide greetings
but they cannot shield the
glimmer and shine within eyes,
and while the present climate may have
crushed some from wanting to
pass our forms,
we know they’re practicing safety
and looking after us and themselves.
Still, I can’t help but feel a
brushing off sometimes,
it’s okay,
if they’re afraid,
we know the drill.
Sometimes we cannot smile,
but inside our hearts are
grateful for being allowed out,
to laugh and chat with each other,
discuss our troubles and blessings with
one another.
The occasional Good morning! or
brightened set of eyes
are something to look forward to,
inside we know that eventually
the fear within the hearts of others
will fade away.
These days,
these days, it’s different,
though, like before,
with time,
it will return to the same.
© 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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