Nowhere’s becoming Somewhere Soon

In the year of the smothering mask,

“Oh, what’s next?” Again, I ask.

Following this trail, I’m still walking.

Looking to God, I’m still talking.

A good long chapter’s passing fast.

Thirty plus years of something past.

Thousands of white blossoms closing.

Preparing to open in the morning?

And now, yes, I hear God speaking,

“Do not worry. I’m still working.”