Other people
are finding
too much time
on their idle hands.
I can’t relate, I seem to be
running on a hamster wheel.
(Where are the hamsters, anyway?)
My husband does the cooking now.
I stay up late. I haven’t read a book
for months. Instead, emails, the torrents
of bad news, one unthinkable reality
after another. I end each day wanting
hours more. Is my old life elsewhere,
running on a hamster wheel?
1000-piece jigsaw puzzles fill
my friends’ excess hours. Long
distance grandkids call. What about
grandparents? The virologists field
the questions. How much longer
running on a hamster wheel?
Good Bop in quarantine!
Thank you, Maritza!
A wonderful Bop. I love the refrain and the surprise. I too never have enough time, and feel the idea of having too much absurd.
Thanks for your comment, Caitlin, and for introducing us to The Bop.