for eventual summer
wishing long days into existence
for a vaccinated future
praying for an immune population.
To rub shoulders with strangers
a crowded field
listening to a band
to hug an acquaintance like old friends
drunk with delirium
drinking in a pub
to shake the hands of best friends
on a Saturday night.
Until then every break in the cloud
is a reminder of
brighter days ahead
that clouds may rain hail or snow
melts or dries away
each day is one day less, one day more
and for now,
we walk in our circles.