Lockdown Diary: Day 170

Today we wake up
In a world forever changed
Just like every day

Lockdown Diary: Day 169

I can either (a)
Nap; (b) finish this book; or
(c) do both at once.

In lieu of Friday
This week Chadwick Boseman died
On-brand for the year

There’s a universe
In which it’s Friday today
Would that we were there

Then there are the days
When we can claim victory
Just having survived

Day one sixty-five.
Are we getting used to this?
That would not be good.

Are you better off
Than you were four years ago?*

*That was yesterday.

Every day at dusk
We fall backward from the sun
And the sky goes dark

Lockdown days are years
Which means this thing started in
1859

The existence of
Rain and chickens beats a tool’s
Mere proximity