out of hospitals
out of isolation
out of depression
out of rehab
out of all the places
where we have been frozen in our private winters
unmoving except for the mind
emerging slowly from our inertia
it will take a moment
standing on our unsteady legs
learning to walk in this new world
slow
like spring
and we will not be looking
like the healthy blush of summer
until that time arrives
until then
for awhile
we’ll resemble
dirty piles of snow on roadsides
bits of paper blown into the fences of our hair
just cold, wet, gray of April
when you see us outside again
but look at that
just there
beneath that piece of newspaper
a flower bud
fighting its way up
to feel the sun again
give her a little time
and she’ll emerge
as a brand new
primordial forest
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