Spied from my window
through a screen of trees
bright forms become airborne.
Children’s voices hoot and laugh.
In these days of sheltering in
I’ve seen them at all hours.
Blonde hair flying,
stifled spirits catching air.
On my daily pilgrimage
around the neighborhood
wrapped in warm jacket
and pandemic worries
I look for the lightly clad bodies
launching into chilly spring,
the weightlessness of youth
assurance of a safe landing.
— Diane DeSloover
• Diane DeSloover is a longtime resident of Juneau who wouldn’t live anywhere else — especially in these troubled times. She finds hope and inspiration in writing poetry. The Capital City Weekly accepts submissions of poetry, fiction and nonfiction for Writers’ Weir. To submit a piece for consideration, email us at editor@juneauempire.com.
