When ordered to stay at home,
And shelter in place.
I’m reminded of all of the grade school waste.
Telling us to duck and cover
And to kiss good bye to one another,
While awaiting the dropped bomb
To vaporize all our lawns.
Now, hunkering down
Me, the over-reacting clown
We calling out for our mother.
Phoning children, sisters, brothers
Spending way too much time
With the computer online
Get into your zone, staying right there at home
Though clearly that would not be your ‘druthers.
By Ross Smith 2020-03-23