Slow but sure, I feel a bind
Creeping through the alleys like a seed-bearing vine,
The alleys that once parted Us and Them
Now tie the frailties verging on the hem.

The seeds sown are no longer of discord
Distant and busy are no longer the words.
Reaching out was probably never so desperate yet hopeful
No more is a response any hesitant or reproachful.

What brought this on, one might ponder
Why, fear is what did, let’s look no further!
Fear of loss has never been so rife
Even of one loved, but neglected
In the idiosyncrasies of life.

The seeds have been sown, of love and care
Watered they shall be, by a solidarity bared.
The time, when it arrives, to put our fears behind,
Will we remember to not leave the blessed harvest aside?

Soft and steady, the bind shall stay
The fruit-bearing vine, we mustn’t let decay
The roads, once vast, now bring us each other
Rendering us grateful, oh, the twine mustn’t fray.