On Day Four Hundred, I had lunch inside
a restaurant I walked to from my home.
The outing left me feeling satisfied,
at liberty to dine with friend and wine,
my mouth unmasked, my taste buds gratified.
I told my friend I’m fain to take the train,
to board a bus, to pay my fare and ride.
And so I’m telling all who read this poem –
for now the tide is starting to subside.

(Magic 9)