Shelter in Place

The pandemic has turned life upside down.

Social distancing, going out only
when necessary, staying home
mostly, looking towards the
dawn, the crimson sun
kindling the hope of
a brand new day.

Narrow is life now,
sitting with folded arms,
murmuring fears that hang
heavy, as Corona virus spreads
its unwanted microscopic kingdom
of woe.  There exists now a flourish
of exploding desire, to flee, to break
the bonds imposed by the sinister
parasite serving the world with
cruel, self-serving misery.
We wait, as butterflies
battle in riot in our
chests, and we
tend inside,
waiting.


21 Lines
Writer’s Cramp
3-22-20