Tuesday, April 28, 2020

Covid poem


My skin
is warm from the sun's
glare
through my car window.
The temperature is rising,
dare I say, it's hot?
The air will feel good
rushing
through my hair,
making it dance
as I drive down the highway.

Hesitation.

What else
will an open window
invite
besides the wind?

I try to relax.
Reason
that all will be well
and yet, the question
lingers. To find relief
being part of the sun and wind

or

close up
where isolation
may keep me safe, but
without a filled spirit.


-Nikki Douglas
Photo by Makenna Entrikin on Unsplash

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