Social Isolation: Day 48

Sun breaks through
and that’s all it should take
to turn a mood around.
Who am I these days?
Agatha Christie.
Jigsaw puzzles.
Cats of Instagram.
It’s May
 
and I can still imagine
Pan-piped music
in my head and limbs,
still follow it into
deeper woods,
scare up a different
kind of trouble there
than the one we’ve got.
 
Day 48 and I know why
I look to gentle things for solace.
But May calls for catharsis,
not distraction. Sun breaks
through and I head out
to the woods to meet it.
 
  
 
S. Robbins, May 4, 2020

Category: A series begun with the COVID-19 isolations, Poems, series    

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