Bubbles
We live in blue, breathe it in,
move in bubbles we create anew,
glass windows to watch the world
in the knowledge we can’t be seen.
It’s months since we touched a person,
held hands or felt a warm hug grow.
We walk in pictures, heads rooted
in a past we remember so differently.
We gather our cards, stare out, still,
our skin relishing this kiss of sun.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, February 19, 2021
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