Staying at Home by David Spicer

I don’t mind the orders to stay inside
I favor the life of a recluse

The recluse lives owing few favors
I can email friends I’ve never met

Someday I may meet those email friends
I live in the amusement park of my mind

I amuse my parked mind thinking of you
solving one of the few math problems left

When we meet we can solve problems about love
and forget about the days we lived alone

though we won’t forget the virus lives with us
If we meet and decide to be together

We can make a decision about togetherness
If we don’t I don’t mind stay-inside orders

About the Poet:

David Spicer has published poems in Santa Clara Review,  Moria, Oyster River Pages, The American Poetry Review, Ploughshares,  Ephemeral Elegies and elsewhere.  Nominated for a Best of the Net three times and a Pushcart twice, he is author of six chapbooks, the latest being Tribe of Two (Seven CirclePress). His second full-length collection, Waiting for the Needle Rain, is now available from Hekate Publishing. His website is www.davidspicer76.com