"A Morning Glory at my window pleases me more than the metaphysics of books."
~ Walt Whitman ~
There is emptiness where there was fullness before,
Unknowing where all felt certain,
A sort of acceptance tinted with resignation,
And grief galore.
There is connection happening in unexpected ways,
Beauty where we missed it at our door,
A hopeful trust in the virus running its course,
And life as we know it being restored.
We may be changed, restrained, and
somewhat estranged,
But there is that in us which
forever remains.
I am broken open.
