When I think about going out,
I am not sure I want to.
My lockdown has not been
boring or hard to live through.
Time has passed quickly,
I have been Zooming about
poetry gigs, writing group
meetings and workshops.
I have run a workshop myself
on Zoom and run the Veterans
Breakfast Club meetings too.
Happy, busy fulfilling days.
I have written poetry every day,
from the 1st of April, at NaPoWriMo.
Also been on the Daily Haiku
site, been in the sun in the garden.
Talked to my neighbours,
socially distanced of course.
Done exercises on the verandah,
With my neighbour, stop us seizing up.
Yet, I have only kept the unease at bay,
in the moments before waking,
the moments before sleep.
Insidious it creeps around the edges.
The coronavirus is still out there.
People are still getting infected.
People are still dying, too many.
What to do? Stay in or go out?
Home will have been my safe haven
for 12 weeks, I feel safe here.
Out there a killer awaits the unwary.
An unseen enemy that anyone could carry.
Do I go out or stay in?
If I do go out, do I need to wear
a face mask and disposable gloves.
Do I go out as if everything is
These are now my dilemmas.
Problems I have to resolve.
Do I stay in where I feel safe?
Or go out where danger lurks?
©The Vixen of Verse, 2020.