They took a few trucks from the garage
Slowly, lovingly, they drove them through the muddy garden,
I wonder if deep inside, they were remembering the last time.
They took the aging tractor out for a spin, or two or three,
Peddling with gusto as if they were on a mission,
I wonder if they were remembering Sundays before quarantine.
They took out the soccer balls and the basketballs,
We practiced shooting and dribbling,
I wonder if they were thinking how much stronger they were
After a year.
They ran and played and laughed and were giddy,
Even though we stayed outside and we wore masks,
I wonder if they were thinking this was the new normal
Or if it means we are closer to normal?