When this is over
Lovers will hold their kiss longer
And taste that sweetness again;
Sunrise will bring praise and relief
And nightfall an emptiness.
Books will be put away and clothes folded,
A bed sheet smoothed, unused;
A room growing cold.
When this is over
A shovel will overturn some earth
And flowers rested in the hole
Then covered, watered,
The yet sealed flowers hope.
When this is over
Some poet will find the exact words
And a photographer will capture the perfect sunbeam;
Hearts hardened, will soften.
When this is over
Some kid will run and tumble
And make a miraculous catch on a green field;
Some cursing duffer will launch a ball into the woods.
When this is over
Someone will order a bagel with lox,
A server will shout, “Twenty-nine! Yeah, thanks.”
Coffee will be black and tea sweet, the first bite of a doughnut crumbling.
A baby will cry.
The garbage truck will clatter down an early morning street,
The dog will need walking and chase a squirrel up a tree.
When this is over
The rain will come
The sun will arise
The moon will glow
And the lawn will still need mowing.
(Photo: Sunrise, Belgrade Lake, Maine)
Ah…lovely.
Thanks, Jo. Stay safe