“Last year I started to live my life from my bedroom window.
I sat staring at the hurt the world was going through,
wondering how going to spaces,
places,
and seeing people,
was now the greatest fear?
I stared as everyone else locked themselves up,
or how others went out, acting like there was nothing different in the
world.
I lived my life from my window.
I would text friends.
Never seeing them in over a year now.
I would see friends on a screen,
but it doesn’t feel the same as being in person.
I wondered when online communication became the new normal?
I lived my life from my kitchen table.
Taking classes from when before the sun rose to when my stomach
growled.
Logging in.
Logging off.
Same 15 people.
Same routine.
Each day a blur.
I wondered when I could go back to school?
I lived my life from my yard
where I laid a towel down on the soft tufts of grass,
knee propped up,
book dangling precariously.
I wondered when I could walk back into a bookstore and touch, smell,
and be with books.
I lived my life in wonder.
Wondering when things would get better.
It’s bee n a year since, and I still wonder.
– one year
flowering pages