Day 33 of Shelter-in-Place

A month of days at home. Tedious. No gatherings. Interactions at a distance. Even a moody sky. Surely, introverts become restless, too.



Day 33 of Shelter-in-Place


A hawk kind of day,
melancholy drifting across a cello

like the harrier riding the thermals,
        climbing then dropping,
looping past sky-scraping windows.

No air-force-blue skies,
   no streamers of sunshine,
      no majorettes or marching bands
           on Main Street, USA.

Only the pizzicato chirps of wrens
beneath a glissading bird of prey.



Marilyn Aschoff Mellor