One Day at a Time

I don’t know if I’ll see you in two days.
I might not visit Mom as planned this week.
A plane may fly without me – prudence stays
at home, perhaps, to skirt the latest peak.
Alone today I duck contagion’s ways –
tomorrow I can kiss your baby’s cheek,
but that’s as far as you and I can see.
We’ll table plans to plan accordingly.

(Ottava Rima)

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