Where did the day go?

I planned to get up early

sit in the sweet spot of sun

that hits the nook of my couch at 8AM like I did so many times when the great-isolation began.

But I kept the blinds closed,

and stayed rolled in my blankets until noon.

Hiding from the outsides is a thing I do, now

sounds of traffic getting louder day by day

as people become more brave

or reckless

time will tell.

I’m afraid

we will just go back

to the way it was.

Racing against time and traffic

and daylight

counting pennies to avoid noticing the moonlight.

Making sure everyone sees me making my mark on my life.

In my quarantine cocoon I crawled more deeply into me —

liquifying

grateful for the reprieve from achieving.

Letting loose permissions to play with dolls

and paint

and make my dream-state the priority.

Stuffing my time with dreams of all I wanted to do before I die;

if only I were free to do them,

yet now…

and I am not doing them.