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Written 4/8/2020, Dallas, Texas
Morning walk, moon setting.
The trees whisper, “Spring is coming.”
The birds scream, “Spring is here!”
Look up, see the ribs of the sky as the clouds lift.
Turn a corner and the moon is gone.
Dawn sneaks up behind you and takes your breath away.
Anxiety rises within me like moths beating their dusty wings against the inside of my chest. They flutter, frantic and futile, until I release them, one by one, from their dark prison, kindred spirits in search of the light.
We live our lives on display in this city … shop windows of sadness. One: A girl strokes her grey cat and curls up on a sectional with a pillow between her knees, windows open to the unseasonably warm February breeze. Two: A cat sits on a dais fit for a deity, a king or queen of her domain. Three: Faith stands tethered to the wall while her owner gets something from the kitchen and then roughly grabs her leash and takes her for a walk. Child of the pandemic, Faith has had a rough day today, yelping all day in protest of her captivity. All of us here … alone.
Jennifer Chamberlain 