Shifting lenses

 

I met a girl called Bree

Another girl who moved on her own to Port Macquarie

Amidst the covid pandemic

At the same time as me

 

Before Covid, Bree had planned to move back overseas

We both have the travel bug

Then when the pandemic hit

And we could no longer do what we pleased

 

But if the virus didn’t erupt

Bree and I would have not met

An encounter for us both

Which comes with no regret

 

How times have changed

With our hopes and dreams

From what they were before

 

Now— we’re not traveling the world

Instead

We are happily assembling flatpack furniture on Bree’s floor

 

For us, a year ago, the ability to globe trot

Was not just a hobby but almost a religion

These days we can’t make those plans

So instead, we revel simply conversing in the kitchen

 

This shift has shown us

That the little things that once seemed trivial

Are retrospectively

Life's simplest gifts

 

So— while the future is uncertain

And living is restricted

Embracing these opportunities within the new found normal

Should not to be missed