May 1, 2020
A time to hibernate at home,
A time to stir, once more to roam.
To stay inside is normal now.
To venture out, will I know how?
My comfort zone now seems so small.
Will I break through, go out at all?
The masks are called protective gear,
Perhaps they also hide the fear.
It’s almost time, I’ve had my stay.
I think I’ll wait another day.
No need to go. I’m in no rush.
I like the calm, the still, the hush.
It’s been a time to write and share.
One day I’ll roam, one day I’ll dare.
Content to wait another week,
Right now, inside, it’s not so bleak.
Great thought!
Great!
Yes! I feel very much the same way! Life will never be exactly the same, and maybe that’s a good thing. But, what will it be, exactly? Only time can tell. Leave it to you, John, to say it so well in a poem:)
My sentiments exactly but you put it into perfect rhyme. Have we become too safe at home? Or are we just being wise? For now I’m content to stay home.