Walking the square mile it takes to go around my block
With the stores all closed it gives me quite a shock
To survey the sleeping city
Full of a heart made of pure pity
For the victims of the virus
Who cry out not for themselves.
First responders, front-line workers, all essential work
Do tell of the hell created
By God who shows no mercy
Yet, bestows hope upon thee.
The sun not yet up
I spy a friendly human with a little pup
Hoping to sup someday
At the table of the Lord.
Passing the subway trains I perceive
Many stares and the strain amidst the frowns.
I want to rush home to put on my nightgown
But, my neighbor is such a hound ringing my bell
In the middle of the night or a dream.
Gleam of the sun upon a horizon trying to ascend
To grace yet another day shimmers mercilessly
In the shaded, shadowy sky and on the other people
Who are beginning to walk by in the once
Densely packed world.