Today.
I put on jeans,
I took them off.
I put on different jeans,
I took those off.
Leggings again.
First time in a year,
I entered a store.
One.
Day.
At.
A.
Time.
What took so long?
Covid;
Depression;
Anxiety.
All of the above.
I think I'm back.
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ReplyDeleteThose first steps of re-entering the world feel so strange after all this time. I like the way your poem slowed down each normally mundane action to show how important this moment really was. I look forward to the slow return to something resembling normal, but as a parent of young kids who won't be vaccinated annnnnnytime soon, those days still feel very far away to me. Good for you!
ReplyDeleteLeggings for the win! The structure of your poem shows us the effort that each step took. I'm glad you're back.
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