as the world thaws
from our solemn interlude
it's fitting that this is the first spring i've seen
since I was a young child,
before I was whisked away to a land far from here,
where the winters were frostless,
and the summers endless,
a collage of sand storms and ocean breezes,
desert winds i now mourn.
and yet here i am,
back in the country of my childhood,
in the most inexplicable of times.
the winter was colder than anything I ever felt,
even though the city where I grew up was farther up north,
maybe because I don't have the warmth of home anymore,
an idea I lost long ago when my house became a battleground,
for what is the cold but a lack of movement?
and in the pandemic, we all stopped moving,
humanity, collectively, was FLASH FROZEN
and then began to thaw,
gently, in some places,
only to be frozen again.
some people feared the freeze.
i detested it. i feel robbed. broken. it's not fair.
but i understand, now, that the coldest winters bring the fairest springs,
and as we begin to trickle and f
back into our daily lives, we musn't forget
that we're all just part of the glacier
rivulets melting and rushing down into the abyssal depths,
faster and faster and faster,
and morph and dance and give life!
like the waters that sustain us,
the rivers we rush down are more exciting than ever,
don't forget to enjoy the ride,
and find your peace in the deepest winters and the most endless summers.