Sputterpub's Blog

It’s difficult to catch a cold right now
for those of us who shelter in our place.
I cannot get the flu; I don’t know how
to breathe the germs with mask upon my face.
The buses and the planes I used to ride
are not in play – I promised both my kids
I’d stay away from them and stay inside
(I feel the love that triggered those forbids).

The younger generation seems to fear
Coronavirus more than my cohort.
They’re 40ish and freaked – they need to live
a longer future. Sanitizing gear
abounds – their habitat’s a sterile fort.
I’m not surprised they tested negative.

We’re Northern California fortunate.
We have the weather and topography,
and most are masked when that’s appropriate,
and many aren’t at extremity.
But lately some are ailing. I can see
the symptoms of infection in a guy
who works with us (we think he got too high
and ate himself unwell). My son confessed
to sniffles, languor, breathing gone awry
like allergy. We now await his test.

(Dizain)