Yes, I am at home
in the world—in the unknown.
In my home, however,
I walk stiff-legged
like dogs do
when encountering strange dogs.
My walls so stern
want to see movement out of my window
but instead
see nothing that moves.
All this shelter in place
is stale.
It is Memorial Day.
I should be waiting in line
with cars going to the beach,
but instead
stirring around all my to-do’s
which are undone.
I do know people
who are baking,
gardening,
making wall hangings,
enjoying their lives with boyfriends.
When I do finally emerge
out of this cocoon,
I will fly very high.