Looked out my window
Believe it was half past ten
The sky was grey
And it was starting to rain
Someone behind me
Started to make a fuss
Over the difference between
A bacterium and a virus
Looked back in the room
And said something like this
Does it matter
Is there a reason I should care
Maybe this is just chatter
To chase away the boredom
Or maybe cabin fever
That aspirin may not cure
Look in the mirror
I was the only one there
Talking to myself
About things I didn’t care about
Is this what they mean
By social isolation
Not even giving consideration
To my own frustration

2020 Tim D. Coulter Sr.