Strange Days Indeed

Strange Days Indeed


From my window at night

I watch a firefly flit around

my backyard embracing

this summer’s heat, reminding me

of the times when as a child I’d trap

such an insect inside a clear bottle

and proudly show my mother.


I sit here now with a Covid mask

atop my desk, staring at a computer

screen, repressing my lethargy

by going on Zoom to chat

with my socially-distanced siblings

and kin as well as friends with whom

I seldom come in contact.


Like that jarred firefly, I sit

here imprisoned with others

looking at me from an outside

universe, unable to touch let alone

embrace me. Mere weeks ago

that firefly and I were freed.

These are strange days indeed.

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