by Samantha Buck
Where the sky is blue.
Where rules don’t matter.
Where everybody is friends.
Where walking on hands is normal.
Where someone is always it.
Where rolie polie olies are sacred.
Where laughter sounds like a concert.
Where dandelions grant wishes.
Where chalk creates masterpieces.
Where I can breathe.
The whistle blows twice.
Time to go back in.
Time to put my mask back on.
Time to remember to keep my distance.
Time to use hand sanitizer until my hands sting.
Time to only see my friends through barriers.
Time to be constrained to my seat.
Time to remember that we are still in a pandemic.