Hiding Out

So here we are in the midst of this mess, 

waiting and wondering; it’s anyone’s guess 

if this will end, and, if so, just when 

things will get back to normal again. 

We clean and we wash, we bake and we cook, 

and, now and then, we pick up a book. 

but you can’t read forever, and TV is spurned 

as far worse a punishment than any have earned-- 

So we Zoom and we FaceTime about quarantine 

and all of the crazy, absurd things we’ve seen, 

(including our president, and all of his minions, 

of whom, if we’re honest, we ALL have opinions.) 

We talk, and we watch and we wait and we see 

progress, as slow as this month seems to be: 

improvement by inches, or by centimeters, 

by microns (or smaller), or by nanometers. 

We’ve marched on in darkness so long, I contend, 

this tunnel MUST have a light at its end;

and when it appears, what joy! what elation!

(We're starting to plan an escape celebration...)