Now the sky parts and the veil of silence lifts.
The sakuras are blooming
into the world, and the Saturday morning
wind breaks them in a flurry,
covering the path. Beauty lost on cement,
a tale of a city.
So many lives lost this year,
left us for the afterlife —
and here we are, alive,
walking over petals.
We are all strangers here,
how little we know of each other.
Your loss is lost to me.
But it is so bright on the
horizon, we can all share in that.
The other side of the pause, where
we can sit together again, breathe
the same air, watch the same trees
springing up from the earth.
Painting the world in color again, a flicker of hope.
Maybe now we can be more than strangers,
now that life is returning again.
How I wish we could reverse time and
speed past the sadness, so we never had
anything we had to collectively heal from,
speeding forward to the days like today,
when we are all safe to sit nearby,
watching the flowers bloom.