Stay Positive, Test Negative

This New Years Eve

Is where you can find my discarded dermis

For when the clock is full and the moon strikes midnight

We will emerge born anew

Flesh from skin

Bone from marrow

Screaming and chirping in tune of a firework show

Announcing our birth for all to hear

After being dormant and desolate for many years.

This self imposed chrysalis of pandemic partitioning

Has produced pupa ready to propagate.

We are cicadas ready to fly.