Indoors we sit
And try to make sense of it
We go out for walks
And make do with telephone talks
We try not to see others as a foe
They could be a carrier, though
And so we keep safe distance
Whenever others are in our presence
We wait it all out in isolation
While this crisis saps our motivation
I try to read, write, and be productive
But make little progress in my efforts to be active
Day melts into day in mindless stupefaction
David Fekete 