Friday, March 20, 2020

Sheltering in Place

Sheltering in Place, a 2020 Survival Guide
The streets are empty, 
the stores full,
though not with the kind of “paper”-
you pull.

As the days wear on
sidewalks are crowded,
but you’re eyed with suspicion,
(and please don’t doubt it).

Is it me? Is it him?
Did someone clear a throat?!?
Oh to live in a castle
and pull up that moat!

The news, the news will certainly tire us
as surely as that nasty virus.
With stores and gyms and salons in fear
looks like it might be a bad hair year.

Predictions are dire-
don’t wanna expire!
No handshake, no kiss,
my fantasy is this:

To sail away from all those germs
and do it on my own sweet terms.
But I’m not from the royal classes,
And so must suffer with the masses.

Suggestions and ideas abound
of ways this boredom to get ‘round:
An online class in history?
Or better, Masterpiece Mystery!!!

A glut of murders and Inspector Detectives
just may quell these sad invectives-
a crime, a victim, a hero, a rogue,
all with that lilting British brogue.

So before you think of object touching,
Skip the tactile, and happy watching!

(and if these lines seem somewhat lazy,
like you, I'm slowly going crazy. . . ).

2 comments:

  1. FROM PAULA:
    I loved the poem especially the lines about wanting not only a castle but a moat and yes it is going to be a bad hair year!

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  2. FROM DIANE:
    FROM DIANE:

    Sheltering in Place
    You capture our new grim reality so perfectly and show it to us through delightfully lighthearted imagery and rhyme. It’s wonderful.

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