Sadie Soute
We didn’t ask to be a part of history
yet here we are
Locked in, locked down
My four walls bury me six feet deep
My restless heart swimming
through a reverie of roses, tulips and lilies,
apple pies and bee stings and the smell
of fresh cut grass and dust after rain,
mountains crashing into the sky,
a thousand songs of the summer breeze
and the foam that lives on waves,
a turquoise dream. But I can’t sleep
My restless mind keeps thinking
of fevers, coughs and aching lungs
and the time that’s stolen, frozen, melting
into the palm of my hand
but I release it and quivering wings
flutter away, slowly but surely
I breathe in the silence and it fills me
like a balloon
Stretched out in the endless days
endless nights sprawling before me
Has a month ever felt this long?
Condensed time
Four walls of past, present, future, history
Here we are.
