Scraping

Mind if I sit?

 Being polite.

Tired,

 and looking at the top of the barrel.

Sorry,

 world does get a little heavy.

Where was I?

By yourself?

 Me two.

Get it?

  Sorry.

I forgot.

  You can't see the words.

Raise of the eyebrow?

I get that.

Slump in response,

 tired smile.

Nod in response.

thank you

watch the rising sun

Reviews

[Ruth]

I always have found your poetry poignant Jon, it was good to read you today. Your poem gave me much to think about, the almost numbness mingled with one day at a time feeling is consuming, maybe I am rambling but enjoyed this a lot :)

[Jon Roggie]

I thank you. I have family, blood and chosen, in the middle. Hope it carries some of their feelings.

[Lorry]

The lip of that barrel can look more and more like a distant horizon these days, as we crane our necks to catch a bit of anything resembling normality.
I've also found any seat i see is calling my name more and more Jon, must be all this inactivity making even the most uncomfortable bench feel like a sofa. I just hope we all don't seize up before it's over, leaving us like statue memorials.
Stay safe.

[Jon Roggie]

I have been able to do some excavations on my front lawn. A forgotten walkway has been uncovered, and the cats will no longer be able dig a spot beneath my mother's window. Bit of exercise. and a shovel ensures proper etiquette.
On the bright side, more conversations trough the backyard fence, and from front porches across the streets!

[Lorry]

Yes, I've noticed that too. People still want to chat, connect, feel human. Hope it continues after lockdown.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, me two...
I am nodding to this poem..."there is house in new orleans, they call the rising sun" but there is only one person in that house now....not many a poor boy.
I like the spacing here...yes, the world is a bit heavy at the moment.

[Jon Roggie]

Still, you manage to find another connection, one I had missed. Just a couple of poor boys...