Today I broke the glass doors of quarantine.
Today I sat in the sun.
To dream of the life that we had just a few weeks ago.
Or a few months ago.
It’s hard to tell when this feeling of dread really began.
When it started, like a waterfall, to wash over me.
Today I sat in the sun.
Flipping pages of words, from writers better than me.
Writers from New York City; where they don’t have the pleasure of the grass, like I have.
Listening to lyricists with guitars yell about sex, drugs, and rock and roll into the everlasting microphone of the Infinity.
Today I sat in the sun.
Tomorrow I could cry.
Tonight I will sleep
Perchance to dream
With hope to wake.
Ay, there’s the rub.
I will wake.
And so will you.
And we’ll still be standing where the ground is steady.
I’ll be holding your hand.
As we stumble gracefully into the Infinity.
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Micah Mabey
