Resevoirs of underground water rise up through awakening roots. Buds unfold to growing leaves on once-dormant trees. Forsythias bloomed and daffodils sprouted. Cherry and Dogwood trees blossomed. Dill pierced the top soil between innumeral blades of growing grass. All from what has arisen from underneath.

We, living in social isolation, may witness from our windows, or our yards, if we’re so lucky. Nevertheless, we remain underneath the penumbra of pestilence. We watch memes, struggle with new routines, fend off boredom, loneliness, or worse.

Still, what is within us will rise, and we will become even more whom we truly are. When Corona passes, then we, too, will unfold.

Easter
new leaves
bathed in sunlight
Even our stone
will be rolled away

#tanka #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2020 #GloPoWriMo2020

for 11th April 2020 prompt: Gerry Muse #202 (occasional tanka prose)