The COVID Blues
I wear my mask.
I wash my hands.
I socially distance.
I travel only essentially.
I should be
joyful
at being a soldier
in a great cause.
And, yet
I am Blue.
I miss:
Travel near and far
non-essentially,
Dropping in on relatives,
friends, neighbours,
Eating in restaurants
with a crowd,
Hugging, touching,
kissing,
Being spontaneous.
I am Blue:
all I hear is death
and don’t.
If I am a soldier
in this viral war
I can not see
the enemy.
I know not if
my actions
have won the day,
or been a colossal failure.
I sing the blues
because it seems
that it is
all I can really do.
Copyright 2020 Lyle T. Lachmuth, All Rights Reserved
