COVID Hangover

I’m locked behind the security door
With easy access to my belongings.
I do not see people much anymore,
But at least, I am protecting my things.
There are my board games, which are fun to share,
But do not allow me to play solo.
I have a set of eight-person dinner ware
Whenever I want to put on a show.
As of right now, I only use one plate
For a meal that was kept in the freezer.
I don’t know if I’ll ever use its mate
For there is not a reason to please her.
I will live my life under this one light
To avoid an outside world full of fright.

My Place in the Desert

As our feet slowly sink into the sand,
And it squirms into the the cracks of our shoes,
The wind tries to blow us from where we stand,
And the sun pays off its last daily dues.
I can feel the grit filling up my teeth,
And my eyes sting from the wind’s and sun’s burn.
I can find a resolve from underneath
As why I’m on the dune ready to learn.
For it is only here when I’m alone,
I can contemplate things of great import
That this great expanse of grain was once stone;
Nature wished it to be another sort.
Where will the wind send me when I am done?
Will I still feel the warmth of the sun?