In times of seeing the other as a threat,
A virus carrier from whom I have to hide away,
I started overindulging, no longer afraid of getting fat,
For, will I not stay inside until I’m old and grey?
I think back to life before quarantine,
To sunshine and running to hug friends,
Instead of eyeballing them: “Are they clean?”
Making the situation even more tense.
I always see the positive, as I do now too,
I’m home, I’m safe, and all I love are well,
Only my longing is not met to discover what is new,
And instead of new cuisines, it’s frozen pizza that I smell.
But one thing I must admit:
All of this long-desired free time,
Reminds me: when was the last time I could sit,
And take an hour or two to simply rhyme?
I’ve also started knitting a sock,
One as flawed as these verses,
But all is better than watching the clock,
And bombarding Corona with curses.
And thus, I can only say:
Find the new in the old!
Bake something vegan or knit away!
Instead of starting to scold, let’s find gold!
Jesler van Houdt