There is Joy Here

[geminiwench]

Summer feels like life has a chance
to bloom
for the first time
in some time.

Spring started the feeling,
with bright smiles
popping through
the lingering grey smoke
and incidental coughing
of burnt dreams
and lost connections.

But for Summer
I see an actual social calendar.

Friends and parties
and camping
and trips
and everyone started talking suddenly
like a bubble of trouble popped
after a quiet
Winter of Discontent.
I could feel roiling feelings,
but no one would tell me
what was going on with them.

That's the thing about bubbles...
... they do eventually burst
or deflate
naturally.

We
are becoming
we again.

Finding each other again.
Overcoming the social distance
created
by social distancing.