Walking Out After the Pandemic
 
I’ve been cocooned long enough
she says and her voice sounds thin and hollow
probably from lack of use except in a confined space.
 
Surely, there’s something she must do?
Not a bucket list of experiences
like floating in a hot air balloon over the Loire.
 
She remembers the grasshoppers of her childhood
brittle and happy in the energetic days.
Walking out, she takes a photo of a swan in the reeds.
 
She doesn’t want to float for the rest of her life.

Sarah Barr


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