Day 1 of 21 is not so bad.
I’ve food enough for near 2 dozen meals,
and though the present’s feeling strange and sad
I like my house, and solitude appeals
to me, at least for goodly chunks of time.
I have my books and stationary bike.
I’ll dabble gardening, construct a rhyme
a day, and use what Internet I like.

Expecting we’ll adjust to this constraint,
I think before I’m out of food or weed
I’ll figure out some answers and begin
to dash outside to shop. Perhaps complaint
will occupy me, sudden worry, need,
and possibly I’ll start to order in.