Got on line
masked and subdued,
nothing much else to do.
My shopping list as long as the line
not everyone looked fine.
Glazed suspicious looks and stares
as if no one were there to comfort or to care.
Finally a signal
to walk right in.
I hope this time I’ll find everything.
Blue masking tape marks the spot
where the sixth feet distancing
between, begins and stops.
Cashier stands behind a shield of Plexiglass
Wearing white plastic gloves and
a light blue cloth mask.
No one speaks to one another;
voices muffled so why bother anyway.
So hard to understand what people say.
Cannot tell if anyone smiles.
Everyone tries not to touch someone
as they walk down the aisles.
Does anyone truly realize
what is at stake here?
I do not think anyone knows for sure.
All we know is we must endure.
Hold on to what is so dear you hear;
even at a distance,
everyone still feels the fear.
Will today be the day
that someone here
another number calculated
on those dreaded deadly graphs
with slopes and curves
that shake and toss around our nerves.
As I walk back to my car,
I cannot hold back the tears.
I want to believe this may all just be a bad dream;
and that with a forceful and fiery scream,
I will awake,
to what was before.