Alone, with silence as your friend,
you watch the sun crossing the sky,
until the day comes to an end
—14 more hours have gone by.
Ahead long weeks and months unwind,
and time’s slow motion waltz spins on,
but in these moments you may find,
solace when solitude is gone.
When all is well, and all is well,
when planes are caught and meetings met,
our busyness will break the spell
we’re under now, and we’ll forget:
There’s purpose in the simplest task,
there’s freedom in the April breeze,
and love in giving without being asked,
and beauty, even in times like these.
© 2020 by Hannah Six
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