With Spring in the air
but nights still cold
I wonder how
we will come out
of this sad, numb time.

In the dark outside
cars rush without
color, it seems
they are intent
only, driving sound.

To be moving so
fast yet unseen
is this not all
we are doing
anyway in life?

Perhaps someone late
at night hears us
and makes a note
maybe a line:
the cars rush unseen.

There is someone there
they are saying
someone driving
someone living
someone there but gone.

I am here writing
the night is cold
and Spring and all
the sad, numb time
has me wondering.

About the cars unseen
about the living
driving past me
about the lives
I will never know.

MB 3/26/21

With Spring in the air
but nights still cold
I wonder how
we will come out
of this sad, numb time.