Here Comes the Sun
The sun will come out to play eventually
like everything hidden must be seen by
the eyes of those looking for what is to come.
We wake to a world unclothed due to a pandemic
out of control, out of our control.
Where did it begin? Perhaps the wrong question
to ask when it is already here, knocking on every
door that it can knock on.
We keep inside to stop the spread. We look outside
to remind ourselves of what is possible–that we can
walk and go wherever without the fear of infection.
But the sun will come, and when it does come,
it will greet us with a warm hug.
