I want to walk
Down beautiful trails
With peaceful views
That make me forget
The world beyond is
Masked and closed
And afraid
I want to stand in
The soft silence
Of blowing wind
And not fear
Virus spreading
Through it
I want to hear
The call and repeat
Of carefree songbirds
Louder than the sound
Of death counts and
Last rights over Zoom
I want life’s simple gifts back
And these gifts
Will return
I’m sure
One day
Though not anytime
Soon