I Am Alone
In the beginning, it was not too bad
Stay at home
Do not travel out
If you must stray, mask your identity
Distance yourself socially, seventy-two inches
An arbitrary amount
No visitors allowed
Lock your doors
My silver hair reveals my risk
Essentially, I am not needed
I am alone
It was not too bad, in the beginning
Hidden in my favorite chair with a bottomless mug at my side
My fingers flash across the keyboard
Dreaming the Great American Novel
Sans endless interruptions
Straying from favored chair to over-stuffed sofa
I binge watch romantic comedies,
(Tell no one, I plea)
and apocalyptic sagas
Until now becomes tomorrow
Potato chip dust covers my shirt
Being alone, pants are optional
Alexa serenades me with golden oldies
As I eat breakfast for supper
Meat without veggies
Chocolate morsels topping every meal
Two glasses of brandy
Shame on me
It is not too bad
Being alone
Days grow into weeks
Sunday or Monday
Who really knows?
My novel untouched, glares accusingly at the vacant chair
In my remoteness, I have misplaced the remote
No images
No sounds
Alexa left me too
My cupboard is bare
I wander out, donned in anonymity
Seventy-two inches has never looked so far
No meat
Heaps of veggies
If I must
I return Home
Carrying my bag, wearing my disguise
Shuffle, shuffle
Day seventy-two
Alone begot Loneliness
Painless labor
It was not too bad
Before
Copyright © Jim Hirtle | Year Posted 2021
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