In solitary combat with the curse
Coronavirus, home alone and clean,
and knowing consequences could be worse
but clueless what the cancellations mean,
long-term, in jobs and economic pain,
inhaling headlines made me short of breath.
I saw investments sink and not regain.
I added fear of poor to dread of death.

Forecasting just how bad the loss might be,
I knew I had to gather facts, decide
to keep or sell. I logged in quietly,
set pessimism off till clarified,
and moved to cash a morsel, nothing much,
but now I feel a little more in touch.