Robert Frost wrote a poem about a rocky path,
where neighbors would meet and fix a fence,
something about ‘good neighbors’ came to light
the two of them isolated themselves along the path.
He also spoke of miles to go before he sleeps,
I wish I had that persona as I live my insomnia,
it isn’t about a passion for anything really,
it is a dreaded reality of my own isolation.
Hasn’t bothered me a lot this COVID 19 scare,
I am not the one crying in front of the news,
I don’t wake up wondering the day’s count,
No worry crosses my mind about those I love.
There is some parallel between sleep and anxiety,
we worry about the little things, big picture ignored.
Suddenly we are 80 thinking our lives exhausted
waiting for moments to let ourselves shut down.
Midnight comes to me and I wonder about you,
are you sleeping or wakeful ignoring life too.
© Scott F Savage 4/2020