If we are going to be inside
this pandemic
for months to come,
I want to stop looking out
the window.
I want to find a way to thrive
through this time,
not to wait
it out.
To keep people safe,
not keep them at bay.
If life is a sheet of paper,
I want to stop complaining
about how small mine is,
and instead cover every inch
of it in colour.
I want to wear a mask
with sequins,
and go for walks
with old friends
in the rain.
I want to talk for hours on the phone
like I did when I was a teenager,
and I want to mail postcards
from a different suburb
each week.
I don’t need to push
any rules,
only my finger
on the play button
again.
For I am no longer
on pause.
Do you hear that?
It’s the sound
of my dreams,
flooding
back.