The Window

Every morning I wait until time to open the blinds.
I welcome the sunlight through my window. 
It promises a new day. A day that will come.
A day when we will be free from our isolation.
To breathe the fresh air in the outside world.

Everyday I escape, if only in my mind 
to climb the tree outside my window and 
swing from it's branches, to and fro, to and fro.
And in that moment there are no masks, no gloves.
And no sickness lives, in that moment.

We are holding hands again, sharing a meal, a warm embrace. 
We are laughing again, playing games and cheering the home team. 

The inevitable comes, once again, at day's end.
And the cloak is pulled
to cover my escape to sanity.
And I am plunged into darkness...
     ...once again...
          ... until the sun comes up.