Losing My Grip

Two weeks in COVID-19 isolation

I looked up from my confined conscription,

past the six-foot neutral zone.

Stuck in safe mode on remote,

one of 7.5 billion firewalled away alone.

In the great reboot of 2020,

where one’s company, two’s a crowd,

and the Trojan, thinner than an angel’s hair,

wields the scythe beneath his crown.

Then our new king lay the law down:

Photo by Jordan Hopkins on Unsplash

“Under quarantine:

The safety of the public space.

The team’s high-five.

The lovers’ embrace.

The friend dropping, IRL, live.

Fingertips that meet in prayer.

The caress of a sweet child’s face.”