Home   Home

Covid Haze

by Chris Sorrenti

One day drifts into another
slowly at times
otherwise fast
with an intermittent sampling
of in-between

Monday feels like Sunday
but it’s already Thursday
masquerading as Wednesday
the weeks go flying by

We get excited at the prospect
of going out
even if it’s only to the grocery store
a chance to rekindle old habits
the pleasure of moving around
exercising the legs
socializing when possible
at a distance
even with a face mask –
now second nature
mental health rejuvenated

What else can a writer do?
stuck at home like everyone else
he or she writes
to keep the hounds of depression
from nipping at the heels

Of course there’s radio and TV
though more time spent on
Facebook and YouTube
knowing full well what awaits
once buttons turned on to
the endless tap of
COVID information
Information itself now a pandemic

Like a fatal car accident
with morbid curiosity
we tune into the latest statistics
not wanting to know
yet unable to turn away
thankful for now
our region has once more avoided
a total lockdown

While suddenly realizing
Thursday has slipped into Friday
though it already feels like Saturday
Sunday will of course
be much more of the same

© 2020

270 hits as of May 2022


Posted on 12/19/2020
Copyright © 2022 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joan Serratelli on 12/19/20 at 07:48 PM

We have ALL been in too long. An Agoraphobic's dream? NOT really...even I want to ho out. I hope the vaccine works- A really good read- thanks!!

Return to the Previous Page

pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online
All works Copyright © 2022 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)