Poetry in a Pandemic: Stop thief, stop!
I’ve been robbed! Stop thief, stop!
Something absconded with my freedom!
Covid is the thief, the pandemic is the hijacker!
I’ve been robbed! Stop thief, stop!
Here’s the police report:
Missing:
My energy and excitement.
My assurance and peace.
My trust and security.
I want them back.
I’ve been robbed! Stop thief, stop!
Instead I’m left with
Uncertainty, weariness, suspicion.
I look at you differently now.
Are you a carrier, careless, or a killer?
You’re my neighbor, friend, my family.
I’ve been robbed! Stop thief, stop!
Perseverance, carefulness, and hope prevail.
I’m still upset, even angry.
We’ve all been robbed!
Stop thief, stop!
Terry LaPorta
East Lyme
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