Quarantine's House


By Lee L. Booker

Small, smaller, smallest
The house feels tiny
Tight, tighter, tightest
The rooms are shrinking
I inch downstairs
You slide upstairs
Dinner table toys with me
It expanded overnight
Chairs no longer fit
Now I wish for a bigger space
with more rooms
Oh to get lost in so many rooms
where worry could search for hours
and still never find me
Where laughter and love
could overstay their welcome
Where I could inhale space
and let its scent
center the mind
Calm racing thoughts
Pray
Read
Breathe
Praying
Reading
Breathing
Writing
Exhaling
Pushing through
Thinking
Joy is coming
visiting us in the morning

Read more of Booker's wonderful writings on her website, Poetry Potter