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
thankfully
We get excited at the prospect
of going out
even if it’s only to the grocery store
appointments
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
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12/19/2020 Posted on 12/19/2020 Copyright © 2025 Chris Sorrenti
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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!!
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