Hours pass as I stare,
At the ceiling,
Contemplating this crisis.
I'm stuck at home.
Chaos blooms outside,
Forcing me to remain,
Inside, alone.
I'm stuck at home.
I'm bored beyond repair,
'Til a doorbell rings.
I get up with nowhere to go,
I'm stuck at home.
I open my door,
Sky blue paper at my feet.
Eyes meet with my neighbor,
She's stuck at home, too.
Separated by six feet,
I open her note.
It says,
"Were all stuck at home.
. . . But we'll get through this."
***
I don't own the photo, but I got it from Pinterest. Here's the link:
https://pin.it/70RCStI
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