Safer At Home

Driving into the city yesterday
made me inexplicably angry.
The traffic and the closeness 
and the people, oh my god, the

people everywhere, like maggots
crawling on a corpse.  I read an
article once that claimed anything
one does for 30 days or more

becomes a habit, and now, 90 days
of self quarantine, safer-at-home,
making trips only to the grocery
and the dentist and the hardware

store, I wear my habit like a devoted
sister of the order. I felt the call always.
Even in childhood, I could entertain myself
all day sitting under a tree with a book

or riding my bike on the quiet streets 
of a fresh 1970s’ subdivision or hypnotized
by the scene out my bedroom window. 
Always there was a book, or a bike, or a

window, but not much else was necessary.  
I don’t think I’m an introvert.  Titles like that
force us into false extremes, but like
most things, it’s a spectrum that we all

travel along as we see fit.  I’ve been 
a social being at times, mostly in my
20s and 30s, those days when I was 
expanding, on the hunt for a career or

a family of choice, but now I have returned 
to my original state. I have lost my 
elasticity.  And though I pray that every 
ill effect of this time be swiftly

and safely brought to a close, I also give
thanks to this season that brought me
back inside myself, and I leave the city
to the young. 

© 2020 Deb Moore, All Rights Reserved

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