Poem #6 of 30

Isolation: Day 27

human movement minimal-

as if everyone but our small tribe

has traveled off planet

and we are left behind

uninvited to what’s happening anywhere else

in isolation

the inner voice yells its agenda

PACE

EAT

CREATE

RESEARCH

do something

do nothing

are they different?

now, in this void of action

left to our own devices

we sit like children

outside the principal’s office

waiting

for a ride home