It’d be nice

I think it’d be pretty nice

for the sky to hang above me once again,

to be able to see outside without glass in my eyes,

or to share a whisper with a friend.

My dreams are extraordinary -

odd characters I’ll never meet,

places I’ve never been

and plots made of jelly.

A week or two into quarantine,

I woke up to surreal reality after having had

the strangest of all dreams -

it was me, walking free with no mask in the streets.

It’d be pretty nice, I thought,

to be able to breathe again,

to chase the fleeting sky and get lost

and call out and be found by my friends.

It’d be nice to live in that dream but 'till then,

the world and I will be sitting at home,

waiting for all this to end.