that end of winter, April really, breeze
morning birds here and there and EDM from a garage nearby
the sound of chainsaw and thudding and minor household projects
all pushed off for such a time as this.
Wednesday morning but we’re all home
only the few and the brave and the essential
go to work
in a time like this.
cars still drive by…
where
can they be going?
groceries perhaps…
though the threat of sickness could be a haze
over us like the gray dome of clouds,
it brings life to know that we are not alone at home;
my neighbors too must stay enclosed and quarantined.
.
[and i never would have known
if i had stayed inside the house
with ticking clocks
and the stuffy smell of eggs and sausage]
\ lea /