The fireflies have returned to my backyard.
Bumblebees buzz at the botanical gardens.

All this fear, and for what? To return to a home
I once called my own. We lay in the grass,
climb trees, take Polaroids, listen to good music.
These are days I dreamed of years ago.
We are still so young. The drive back
takes us down old carriage roads, and the gaps
in the clouds remind us of why our ancients
believed in God. This world is ours
for the taking, but instead we hold each other
in man made parking lots, sit cross legged
on the floor of the used bookstore,
make our vows and keep the faith.