Some folks might usually be on a summer trip this time of year, visiting friends or family, or at least taking advantage of summer activities such as going to the community pool. Those options are fewer this year. Instead, many are spending extra time at home. That was the inspiration for this Typewriter Rodeo poem.
Cabin Fever
We’ve pruned our shrubs so they look like people
We’ve trained our chickens to dance
We’ve cut up strips of old t-shirts
Woven hopeful messages into our fence
We’ve taught ourselves to bake loaves of bread
Sourdough, challah, hamburger buns
We’ve ripped the labels off our spices
What a challenge (that was not cinnamon)
We’re doing okay, overall I think
Though the cat somehow has a shaved back
We’re embracing art – the dog’s the Mona Lisa
And I’m a masterpiece by Jackson Pollack
Who knows how long we’ll be like this
Hopefully not many more months
But regardless, I think we’re feeling it
The birth of the super weird
COVID Renaissance
