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.