Marina2020

My new home
away from home
for the next few months
is a dorm
on a campus
in a state
three and a half
-four if you count traffic-
hours away from home

Daily self screening
weekly testing
always wearing a mask

I don't write fantasy because I can never put those ideas into words
I don't write stories because I always blank on the endings
I don't write during the day because I get too distracted

I don't understand the world somedays
It's like I just arrived from a different universe
And I can't wrap my head around the human race
Everyone is different but no one wants to admit it

I sit here 
Close to noon
Trying to write
And realizing I can’t
Then a new realization hits
I write at night or early morning
Almost all my poems
Have been written while the rest of the world is asleep

The world is still asleep
And for a moment, here alone, I feel alright
The birds are singing
And the clouds in the sky are a lovely shade of pink
A deer watches me from a nearby field
It stares as if our roles were reversed