It’s April 2020. Tensions are high, prayers are many. It’ll be interesting to look back one day and see the order that finally emerged after this massive disorder. I’m quite blessed to be able to work from home, and this prompt spoke to me as a way to eloquate how things are going as I work from home during COVID-19.
Prompt: “Write a poem where each line/sentence is about each day of last week”
Monday I slept in until 10 minutes to the clock
Tuesday I woke early, later walked around the block
Wednesday I want takeout but I cook another meal
Thursday I am lonely and I can’t forget the feel
Friday I am sleepy but 8 hours left, oh no
Saturday imagine of the places I would go
Sunday I prepare a mask that I don’t want to wear
Monday drone rolls by again, when can I get some air?