quarantimes
It’s day five of quarantine and I’ve already thought about playing Scrabble against myself more than three times today. It’s not that staying home in the company of just my cat feels difficult to my introverted soul, it’s that I’m finally not spending so much mental energy on thinking about how I should ‘probably be doing something else.’
These days, poetry has adopted an entirely new layer of beauty. A long, slow walk to the ocean has become much more than just exercise. A lady smiled at me as we passed in the street this morning; the kind of smile that seeps instantly to the heart’s core. I smiled back.
Yesterday, I spent the entire day walking on the edge of Completely Losing It. A uncomfortable kind of dance in which folks could probably see tears in the corners of my eyes as I chatted with them about completely normal shit. I’m not one to lose it. But it’s hard not to when you feel the weight of your entire city (world) slumping into uncertainty. I just want you all to be okay. I want to be okay.
Do you think the fact that I’ve been eating whole cloves of raw garlic every day matters? (gross) Does it matter that I’m paying my baristas for a sweater on their fundraising site rather than for a latte? (rad sweater though) Does it matter that I have to use an entire box of gloves to feel ‘safe’ working with the public all day? (sorry Mother Nature) What, in the end, will matter?
The downstairs neighbors are fighting again, and my curry smells good simmering away in the kitchen. In this moment, it’d be easy to let myself think quarantimes were all a dream, if not for the noticeable fact that life finally pushed me back here, to you, ol’ keyboard.
Want to play Scrabble?