This was a view from my window
bustling life, honking cars, jostling crowds.
It narrated tales of people on the move,
and I loathed that cacophony.
A prisoner, within the walls of my home
I look at the eerie stillness of the deserted street.
The heart yearns to listen to sounds of hustle bustle
only to be greeted by the siren of the ambulance.
I pray that the new dawn is a harbinger of hope
bringing with it the gift of healing.
Life returns with its busyness
and this time,
I would welcome the cacophony!