We are in such unknown territory,
our lives subjected to an invisible fear.
Last night I felt a quieting sensitive tear.
forced acceptance in horrifying history.
I cannot find a way to settle my nerves
it isn’t cabin fever as much as some sign
of wanting to stop my own incessant whine,
lives travel mountain roads in swerves.
Last night I listened to the winds in a howl,
the building shook and my windows rattled
I was not interrupted being stuck, saddled.
I couldn’t help noticing this menacing scowl.
In the winds of morning I did come to terms my own
life matters, be conscious, let the howling be known.
© Scott F Savage 4/2020
(for a dear friend I am grateful)