Land of entrapment,

No longer New Mexico,

But all places known.

What is freedom now?

When my quiet space was home,

Home is disrupted.

“Social distancing”?

Nature takes no notice

Sun, clouds continue

Weather

Clouds roll in by night

Rain falls dimming the daylight

Wind howls endlessly

I’ve been laid off work

filed for unemployment

and keep cleaning house.

I wish I was here

Hiking the mountains up North

Watching the birds fly

Classes are canceled

Days once short are now so long

Time stands still always

Wind

Woosh, woosh, whistle, squeal

The strong gusts keep me indoors

I watch the trees bend

I’ve been stuck indoors all day

The days have become longer

All I do is stare out

I try to find reasons to step outside

Breathe in fresh air

And find some serenity in chaos

Home is what I like;

Is usually preferred.

Introverts unite.

Kids need diverting—

I, something stronger, I think.

Someone, please bring wine.

The wind me-vexing,

Ruins outdoor adventures;

New Mexico’s spring.

Clock, ticking freely.

Silence disturbed by soft purrs,

Ear flaps, lucid dreams.

The weather is nice

And the freeways a bit clear

But I guess were here

Caught up to my class

Thought I was gonna be on track

Now the schedules wack

Conventions in June

Corona will kill it soon

Rip keycon too soon

Cute fluffy faces

Surrounded by them all day

Sustaining my joy

Button, Lucy, Dickie

Hearts so pure, fill up the time

Peaceful existence

No chaos nor fear

Eyes of love and optimism

Cherishing what’s most dear

Sheltered, we are here

Standing 6ft. by 6ft.

Watching our cats play

Getting kinda bored

Am I essential enough?

Excited to work

Maybe I’ll just nap

Cleaning my space sounds ok

How perceptions change

Want to see the trees

Oh, please let me go outside

If I don’t, I’ll die

Quarantine aint bad

Isolation is just fine

The sun will still shine

It shines through my blinds

To brighten the crowded space

it gives me escape

I recall old times

When I took the light for granted

And hope to be ok

She is calling me

With words of a melody

A musical Wake

We live on a rock

Yet, we yearn for ascension

Thus, we climb the rock

Suffocate, consume…

Endless news unrelenting

Seeking solitude

Cities are unveiled

An exodus to nature

Today’s renaissance

My ancestral home

A peaceful wind welcoming

Calming solitude

Day Trip

New discovery

A nature expedition

Apathetic cheers

The asphalt road goes–

Through valleys, and over hills

A peculiar place

Pure white snow eases

Mountain lakes and streams calming

Revitalizing

The days keep dragging

I wake up late everyday

What day is today?

__________

I should have deep cleaned

Instead I stared the wall

For 6 hours straight

Grey skies, bare trees; Spring:

A time to focus on growth

Strange times, but keep hope.

Empty streets, bare shelves.

Frightened people stay at home,

How long will they fear?

At home, but not scared

Is it wrong to feel at peace?

Hope: Spring is coming.

Outside my window

white butterfly yellow flowers

rabbit bush alive