Did this city need an emergency to breathe freely and thrive?
Outside my building, I see trees moving, more carefree than ever.
I observe clear skies from my balcony recalling distant dreams.
I feel sun rays piercing my skin with the fervor of a lover’s touch.
Hadn’t we all forgotten that even breathing is such a luxury?
Did this city need an emergency to come to terms with reality?
How much of what we own matters in this period of ordeal?
How many of those we know have extended their hands to us?
Do we know what is keeping us alive in this prolonged calamity?
Hadn’t we all been taking the availability of life for granted?
Did this city need an emergency to learn interdependence?
We were all so carefree in how we impacted other lives.
We thought when it comes to others, ‘it doesn’t matter.’
Now, we know we all draw from the same repository of life.
Haven’t we only been thinking about ourselves, our needs?
This city is now throbbing even under the looming danger.
This city is now recovering from its mystifying insanity.
This city is now spacing itself from the unwanted chaos.
The city is now painting itself in hues, colors, and shades.
This city is now alive—it is breathing in the fullness of time.