It isn’t only re-runs and walks in the park
On some days I read poetry, play and write music, clean
I’m getting more accustomed indoors
Than out in public, and when I’m out in public
I want to come home, inside my four walls
Pent-up as it is, pent-up as I am
I bought groceries today
Now I can hole up for a week
This all has changed everything, changed me
And in it all, I don’t know, can’t know, the way forward
What the way forward will look like
How we will see the ending of it all
If I’ll ever feel comfortable outside my four walls again
David Fekete 