The Rush (Poetry)

They’re all impatient for the off
for the all-clear to sound
and then they’ll rush — come pouring out
from places underground

There’ll be a burst — a global shout
and mass activity
a scramble to make up for months
of dull captivity

The world will shudder — heave a sigh
and sicken to the core
as life picks up and quickens to
the way things were before

With nothing learned — no lessons gleaned
resistant to the last
they’ll go on blindly just the same
and think the danger’s past