"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
But there is that in us which
I am broken open.