It is surprising how stressful nothing is.
For one thing, being told to do nothing
and go nowhere, gives me permission
to do even less.
I no longer need to push myself
to be active and productive.
Why is this not a staycation?
Because, I can’t run to Lowe’s
or the art store
for project supplies;
because, will I need this money
for food in 6 months?
The onslaught of useful information
Is very, very scary; the onslaught
of non-useful information
is exhausting -- I need to unscrew my head
and dump the crazies out then somehow –
screw it back on … to start again.
Apparently, the denial of the outdoors
becomes directly proportional
to the desperate need
to be outdoors.
Corona, please let us run out of doors!
Run free, hug everyone.
Ah, Corona, corona,
somehow by separating us
you have brought us together --
however, I will need my better angel-self
to dig deeper for courage
in this time of powerlessness.