Haiku While U Wait

We’re all here in the antechamber of “Pandemic’s End”

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A stimulus check,
An appointment for a shot,
Independence Day?

Where are the markers?
What will tell us it’s over?
And can we trust that?

Like newborn bear cubs,
Drawn yet blinded by the light
Flooding our cramped dens,

Weary of the dark
And desperate to emerge,
Safety holds us back.

Still, springtime beckons,
Luring us with light and warmth,
Teasing us with hope.

Our faces feel shy
When we think of them unmasked,
Naked and revealed.

All buds can’t unfurl
Simultaneously, but
When is it our turn?

I long for a seat
At a crowded table where
I am not afraid.