I work mostly outdoors but my Employer has decided to close. My partner, a teacher, is also now house bound. My mother, bless her, is well and we chat via skype every day. We are fortunate, I think.
A Breath of fresh air
Sitting here, I take in such a deep breath
Then exhale, breath spent of its oxygen
At least, minus only that which I had used.
I sighed as I contemplated the day ahead
And the emptiness it held
I'm well enough but fear for my health
For those I love, I am deeply concerned
No crime committed yet all under house arrest
Can they, we, survive this survival quest?
I'm still sitting here breathing in, and out
Using the surrounding air for my immediate needs
No thoughts towards those others outside
Taking their chances, or not as is the case
I take another deep inhalation of air
Before exhaling in the slowest of ways
Somewhere outside the Sirens blare
Another somebody rushed to intensive care
Looking out the window, it fogs with my breath
And I give thanks for I am still breathing.
Poetry by Liam
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Written on 2020-03-27 at 18:27
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