Waiting for the Door to Open

While watching our society restart,
I know you have wondered where I have been.
I have been huddled down, doing my part.
And waiting for the front door to open.
The bolt has been fastened for way too long
That rust may have locked it into its place.
It will take more than muscles that are strong
To untrigger its mechanical face.
It will take the resolve in me, knowing
That living life is taking that first step.
Though the curve is returning to growing,
Do I worry ’bout where the virus crept?
I guess I’ll continue to hide out here,
Waiting for a new world with little fear.

The New Normal

I look to my money for protection
Because I have found comfort there before.
I can hold it during isolation,
As for the outside, I can now ignore.

I look to all of my guns to save me
For only they can take down any threat.
A danger that’s impossible to see
Won’t survive the power of a bullet.

In these times, I look to my government
Because wisdom comes from democracy.
It is my interest that they represent
In this country called the land of the free.

Holding on to the normal when it went
Does not teach us what’s really important.

(It is week four of quarantine, and this poem is another in the series that tries to explain what life is like now that Covid-19 has changed so much for all of us.)