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

Be outside

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

In 2020

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

For once

I spread my wings

And fly

This is my time.

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