That was the spring when the fields and stands,
Streets and subways sat
Like Easter eggs, decked out pretty and promising life but filled with
____But sterile air.
That was the spring you heard the birds sing,
Now that the buses weren’t coming and traffic wilted and
You had hours to sit by your window and hear
____Maybe a little more
____Than you did when there was noise.
That was the spring you never left your house
And you wondered whether that was different
Than any other spring,
And you wondered
____If that should make you
That was the spring you got to know your friends
Through grainy screenshots and Instagram stories
And you realized pixels and Polos weren’t so bad
They weren’t so great either.
That was the spring you got to know your
That was the spring you decided
To be like the tree and the tulip and
That was the spring you learned
That you could sit alone in a room
____And not panic,
That you could gut your Google calendar
And still have things to look forward to,
Things to look back on and say,
____I did something
That was the spring you made friends again
____With the small things
(The ability to text, the tree by your window,
That curve of the street that opens out into a lovely view you never knew,
Homemade cinnamon buns and the first waking seconds of Easter morning).
That was the spring you learned how
Your old life was and how
Your new life could be.
That was the spring there were no Chlorox wipes.
But there was a lot of spring cleaning
And you learned the meaning of
That was the spring without baseball.
And that was the spring you discovered
That people will still find things to cheer about