A Resurrection of Sorts

I. Do I know You?

Most humans are a mystery.
Even close friends brim indecipherably.
Who are these people?

II. Forget What I Said

I've actually been contemplating a different direction . . .
Not on a compass
But still, inland toward the mountains and snow.
Possibly a trek of some days,
and a way to save some resemblance of tomorrow's Spring.
Not a picnic exactly
but more a resurrection without holiday,
and no known coronavirus.

We can all go together.