“Out Of Lockdown” [Pandemic series]

“The lockdown’s ended” (so they say),
Which feels to me like rainy day
At camp has kids – it stormed all night;
Leaves drip on us as we alight.

The air is fresh; signs of the rain
Have left our world a bit the same,
But somehow different – washed away –
What’s changed is sensed, but hard to say.

Camp tables, chairs? Still there, but wet;
Path to the shore? Twigs damp, refreshed,
To start new days with smells anew;
What should we in this new phase do?

We know old life will settle in
As the sun returns, and we begin
Routines which now seem out of reach,
While swells from storm lap on the beach.

Some novelists view “Setting” as
A “Character” which impact has
On others in ongoing yarn –
Bodes well for all, or signals harm.

Lord, here we are, as night-temps fall;
Kids’ school supplies await at mall;
Fresh starts – as world economy
Groans to its feet (most still not free).

Thanks Lord for this.

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