The world is in a deep slumber
And yet here I am
It’s hard not to feel guilty
About my ability to move my body all day
And make money
While everyone else around me struggles
I get to be free
Was it because I’ve been doing the work?
That the Universe is rewarding me
Hard to not feel so privileged
And guilty as so
Even though all I am doing
Is living my life
As though everyone else was
Until what feels like several weeks ago
Though it was only seven days ago
A day feels like a year
Will March ever end?
And will our quarantine ever end?
Confined to four walls
Like my treelines along my piece
The four corners of the earth
North south east west
As everyone goes within instead of without
I spread my wings
This is my time.