worthless tin

corona virus free verse poem about isolation

my life is full of learning, but I want more than learning.

I want more than silly things, but I want silly things.

I want more than this - viral incompleteness - with its worsening unease.

I want more than forever being enslaved to safe hospitality like astronauts in space.

We control heat with air conditioning - gravity with jets and communicate via satellites.

There’s nothing I can really do but trust in science, and patiently hope.

My wants may shine valuable, like silver, but they are, in reality, worthless tin.

Author's Note

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