Poem for April 1, 2020

New Worlds

Withdrawn, avoiding contact with the gathered masses;
Hygienic, scrubbing hands and fingers what, alas, is
Sufficient to remove all trace of fingerprint;
Essential for flattening the curve, needing all’s consent.

Routine disrupted; trapped within, no contemplating
Socializing, dining, shopping, recreating
This inconvenience, lacking any good regard
For my well-being; stuck within my yard.

For entertainment, options thin and quickly fading,
Idle hours, seeking distant conversating;
Finding newness, recipes and hobbies growing;
Interests now discovered, until now unknowing.

Thrust into this new world, fast and unprepared,
Wondering what new world awaits for me if spared?

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