Dear, please replenish the woodpile
For the fireplace
While I shop for
Bottled water, analgesics, thermometers,
Batteries for the flashlights and radios,
And emergency rations, enough to last six weeks or more.
Viruses are everywhere, and
Quarantine is inevitable.
What’s this knee-jerk reaction?
Tuition money spent on freeze-dried whatnots?
Closets packed with canned food,
And cases of bottled water?
Shop, yes. And replenish the woodpile, too.
But I’ll buy a bottle of wine
A sweet CD
Cheese and crackers.
Not stockpiles of panic.
We’ll cozy up by the fireplace,
In our favorite blankets and quilts,
To enjoy each other,
And take care of our family.
We’ll continue living our lives,
Resisting the propaganda.
Common sense, love and caring,
>I dropped by from Leslie’s Haiku contest. What fun I’ve had poking around through your poems. I think this one is my favorite.