The Reopening



COVID’s next door and quiche is in the oven.
Not even trying to be nonchalant,
I listen to the news, learn what’s been proven

and what, so far, has not; see who can govern
and who can barely read. All that I want
with COVID next door and quiche in the oven

is to keep breathing, not become a sloven,
somehow remain in a creative slant.
I listen to the news, learn what is proven,

miss more the ones I miss, keep clothing woven
or cut it up for masks. (Am I still gaunt?)
COVID’s next door and quiche is in the oven.

Now sirens wail, although few cars are moving
through the abundant spring whose flowers flaunt
and glisten. In the news, it’s being proven:

For each nation and state, northern and southern,
actions reopen, inactions may haunt
reopening the door. Quiche in the oven,
I listen to the news COVID has proven.

Claudia Gary

If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Claudia Gary would be pleased to hear them.