Myself To Keep

Social Distancing not so strange, I’ve been doing it for years The world a feelings length away, old lovers left in tears I shared what I shared early, with my short pants not yet off Trusting in my family first, I learned—but Oh the cost For fifty years I’ve cloistered, my psyche left to roam Acquaintances to come and go, true feelings mine to own As harbormaster of this port, one ship is anchored deep To sail the inmost seven seas alone—myself to keep (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2020)