Gather

Two long years. 
Covid still dictates
where we can gather and when,
how many and who.
I don’t begrudge that.
I march forward with the majority.
I don’t heed the call
of the convoy to disobey.

I’m just tired, worn out, weary
of Zoom meetings,
cancelled trips,
social distancing.
Missed moments we’ll never get back.
Makes me want 
secret trysts with other bubbles.
To huddle in hiding with
the mailman,
the grocery store clerk,
the neighbor I don’t even like.
Stolen moments of risk.

I daydream of days ahead
without the rules and regulations
but I hold my place in the regiment
a little bit longer.

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Michele Rule is a poet living with a disability in Kelowna, BC. She uses words as a way to give a glimpse of her world to others. Outside of writing, Michele is a painter and a gardener. She lives with her partner, a dog and two cats.

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