You arrived at the beginning of me,
a life spent so lonely in quarantine,
bobbing in the breeze so effortlessly,
bubbles pop blue like the sky and the sea.
I watch you come in twos and threes, loved up
in ruffled up feathers and yellow smiles;
swallowing the sunshine, golden syrup,
before drifting upon the wind for miles.
And I desire to be as light as you;
worries held in the smallest of pockets,
wondering if life could ever be so true,
or if I could keep it safe in lockets.
You arrived at the beginning of me;
breathing a lullaby of being free.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020
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