Resuming regular activities
by increments, because it’s been 10 days,
I’m tentative, and anyhow I’ll please
supporting individuals in ways
that may not constitute necessities,
but I won’t agitate for my old plays.
For now indulging in sweet gratitude,
I’ll channel a compliant attitude.
(Ottava Rima)
With baby steps we’re starting to improve.
The work in front gets closer to its end,
and snags encountered by the last to move
onto this property of late amend.
Undoubtedly the list will never end,
but here’s a Covid line about to fade.
My attitude may mostly be pretend,
but I’ll bet better soon will be displayed.
(Huitain)
I’m trying not to dance around,
but so far no dark line appears.
Can this be true? Will it be found
no virus now detected? Fears
I’ll see that stripe again abound —
although the anti-viral clears
the system soon and thoroughly,
that’s yet to be the truth for me.
I listened to the song you sent,
and it demolished me.
I understand just what you meant —
it’s where I want to be.
I’m Covid-stuck at home alone 10 days,
but this seems easier than at the start.
Time passes as I nap, and I’ve learned ways
to while hours now. The food and meds
I want my brother lovingly conveys.
The need to cancel dates all understand.
I’m learning to be patient with delays.
In fact I spent a longer time apart
at first, and had to witness culture’s craze.
(Magic 9)
I watched my children, when it started, freak
out at the threat it held for their young kid.
They closed their doors entirely, and week
by week they said to me they must forbid
my visiting unless I saw no one
but them. For near two months we’d no embrace.
And for each after-surge, we had no fun;
we had to use a phone to see a face.
But now that we’ve had shots and lived these years,
although I’ve massed within this viral load,
we’ve learned a lot and they’ve outlasted fears.
For sure I have to stay in my abode,
but only for two weeks! Not hard to do,
considering the worries we’ve been through…
Nine hundred thirty days would pass, from when
the lockdown was initiated here
to testing positive myself, and then
retreating into solo atmosphere.
My arms are closed, and won’t expand again
until the little Covid test is clear.
I hoped I might forever dodge this flu —
nine hundred days have taught me what to do.
(Ottava Rima)
The good news is my Covid’s not severe.
The bad is I still have to isolate.
And yesterday the gardener worked back here,
and as he used his shears to amputate
wisteria that shot above the gate,
he cut the cable for my internet.
I made a call. They said I have to wait
for negative results. I feel beset.
(Huitain)
I noticed yesterday a dearth of pep.
I pushed through morning exercise but felt
no better, no relief. With staggered step
I stood and surveyed me, and then I dealt
with diagnosis — did a Covid test,
and read the negative. Okay, but hark —
I took my temperature and was impressed
at three degrees above my normal mark.
With fever I feel chills and lassitude.
I robed and folded on my favorite chair.
I cosseted myself, my attitude
attentive and not going anywhere.
Unchanged today, I figured I would give
another test, and now it’s positive.
The day has come to put away my gear.
I always knew with luck I would succumb
to age, and now the time to stop is here.
The day has come.
I smoked so much when I was careless young,
and into middle age, and for a year
or ten too long (my choices were that dumb).
I went too far. My cannabis career
was what I should have long retreated from.
I learn of late too late to be austere.
The day has come.
(Roundel)
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