The blanket that protected me
from the midday sun bouncing
off the white wall
that faces my apartment now
dangles from a nail
beside the window in the door.
It's after 7, and the sun has
drifted west
away from its favorite high
noon bank shot
bouncing its glare at the
window
where the blanket
protected my eyes.
Off duty now, its dark colors
in draping folds
which in the dark you can
mistake for a giant bat
it's a comforting sight from
where I sit
my time-worn recliner facing
the door
where now the staccato passage
of motorists
flicks across the narrow gap
between the window edge
and the white wall's corner
zipping by from somewhere to
somewhere.
A sobering sight from where I
sit
without a clue as to who the
people are
or if they are happy or
anxious or sad or what--
or with which ones unseen
killers are riding along.
m.d.
paust
It is that unknown that is scary, Mathew.
ReplyDeleteYup. The little buggers could be everywhere. My strategy is to keep mindful of obvious risks, keep my hands clean, and, most importantly, keep my immune system strong. The liposomal (a type, not a brand) Vitamin C is part of my regimen.
Delete"or with which ones unseen killers are riding along."
ReplyDeletethat last line packs quite a punch, Mathew.
Thanks, Neeru. These corona poems are a challenge--they're fun to craft, but leave me a little more worried with each one. I trust you and your loved ones will remain safe from the punch.
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