It’s that challenging time of year again. National Poetry Month. And this April also is the 14^th month of the pandemic. So…..

Back before this Covid-19 thing

We were just as free as birds,

With no longing to participate in

The immunity of a herd.

 …

People weren’t yet made of cardboard,

Weren’t dressing up like Jesse James.

There was no such thing as quarantine

Or looking for whom to blame.

… 

So we’re locked up in our houses

Preoccupied with getting the shot.

At least that’s those who aren’t suspicious

That this is all a government plot.

 …

Now there’s warning from the doctors

There might be another surge.

Just as we are all reminded

Some folks aren’t known for fighting the urge.

… 

Here’s where optimism is needed.

Send the word out on the Zoom.

There must be a call for patience

Or corona will lower the boom.

 Again.