…thoughts that wander off the edge of the world. ~ Joanne Harris
Rain reanimates drooping garden
as I mope at my keyboard,
depressed after a year of isolation,
miss literary luncheons with sister poets,
long for liberation.
I mourn loved ones lost during lockdown,
Osio Theatre permanently closed,
unemployed hotel and restaurant workers,
children unable to mingle in classrooms.
Simple things top my pandemic wish list:
grocery shopping any day or hour we want,
face-to-face visits with lonely seniors,
live concerts and plays,
sit down dinners at Old Fisherman’s Grotto.
Mostly, I grieve the lack of human touch,
vow to treasure comforting hugs,
gather with community once sheltering ends.
