My home's a safe where I keep safe inside;
Distance and loneness my vault. I guard my skin,
See no one; go nowhere. Here I hide
To help my chance that virus won't creep in.
Millions like me fending for themselves,
Each alone within their self-scribed space,
Must venture now and then to empty shelves
And view a screen to find a friendly face.
One by one, the commons quarantine:
Wash our hands of meetings, lock our doors.
And passers on the street leave space between
Their paths, recalibrating social mores.
I'm know it's right, and still it pangs my heart:
To pull together from so far apart.
Kip W
March 17, 2020
Combination Lock#readasonnet pic.twitter.com/8GFgiX6V2Z
— Kip Williams sort of (@kiptw) March 28, 2020
