It felt severe and drastic when proclaimed,
when most of us were sent inside or shamed.
“Stay home,” we were directed, “for three weeks.”
We hunkered down as world contagion flamed.

We’re watching so much news. Whoever speaks
has listeners, and everybody seeks
good news about infection slowing down,
or when we might surmount the local peaks.

For twenty-one days in my dressing gown,
I’ve jotted rhyme and meter. No renown
was ever in my sights, but now I hear
continuance commanded for my town.

So I’ll prepare to breathe the atmosphere
of home alone, until the way is clear
to reunite with those I hold most dear.
And I’ll extend my House Arrest career.