Gazing Outward
Gazing outward,
Trapped inside,
But the light slowly creeps through the grooves,
Into the nooks, and into the crannies,
Promising to return to a day . . .
That couldn’t possibly look like yesterday.
Gazing outward,
Looking inward,
Who have we become?
Trapped inside . . . with only ourselves,
Reeling in the murky waters of our own demons.
Wondering when our hauntings will be swept away with new beginnings.
Description
After a year of the COVID-19 pandemic, many people continue to shelter in place and remain within quarantined pods. This poem addresses the psychological movement inward, or “haunting,” that many people experienced throughout the pandemic, questioning their lives and their choices. I express hopefulness, gazing outward towards new beginnings and an “opened up” society.
About the Artist
Anonymous, Centre County
Published: March 27, 2021