I droop through the lethargy of the afternoon Zoom

and stare out the window.

The heat rises above the treeline,

dancing like fireflies at sunset.

I find myself wondering:

would they notice if I shut my video

and muted my mic, leaving Zoom open

as I grabbed my water bottle and mask,

socially distancing myself to an imaginary

cottage in the trees?

Would that be strange?

Perhaps I could find a bowl of porridge

Waiting there, just for me.