Back in March when isolation really began for the Pandemic, I had been visiting my husband in a nursing home almost every day. When visiting became a threat to the safety of the residents, I could no longer visit, except to wave at him from a distance, or see him through the glass window in a door. That is when I wrote this poem (I am not a poet, but I will call it that.)
I think some of my earlier art may show some of what I felt….
Isolation Me, Myself and I I talk with them every day Coronus encircles Not yet here Surrounds in Silence As dawn arrives Earth is our dependable friend With her sunrise, and sunset And lovely embracing breeze Routines have shattered No daily visit to Sit in the courtyard Work the newspaper puzzle His intellect still there With the sometimes answer Of an obscure fact Only, then, he might ask If I am his wife, And, "How many years Have I lived?" No one can visit the wheel-chaired souls No one will kiss the cheeks No one will hold the hands No one will wheel Chairs into sunlight Nancy Seib March 24, 2020