Remembering the morning sun at the end of the second lockdown, October 2020

Remembering the morning sun at the end of the second lockdown, October 2020

Standing before you was like being hit by an ambulance.

To be devastated and then saved in one fell swoop.

Because of you, I can overcome traffic. With sirens blaring, red lights mean shit all.

Except maybe to serve as a reminder. That there’s the person I was, and then there’s the person I am
now - and who I am now would look at a red light and laugh.

I am drunk with power. Concurrently, I am hanging on by a thread.

Somewhere, someone is wondering when it will all go wrong again.

But just a few minutes ago I fell asleep standing up. So you see, nothing can stop me from dreaming.

Which, I guess, is my body’s way of telling me, I’m just happy to be in the sun again.