Another soul gone from the pandemic,
a day spent running, chasing our tails
with no time to be scared of anything.
The knowledge we could die, present and real,
surround us but no more than any other day.
We dig our graves one shovel at a time.
I leave an hour late, my body aching
as I remove the mask I’ve worn
for thirteen hours.The air has never
tasted so sweet.
Drawing in deep breaths as the wind
brushes strands of hair across my face,
I stop to listen to the peepers by the pond.
I realize it has all been taken for granted.
Every thought, every kindness,
every heartbreak, every kiss.