Lockdown

I can see it coming,

Like that moth hanging around

Waiting on the wall.

The refrigerator getting thinner,

I am not

From worry.

Beans and rice of different varieties

All come to pass

In the near future.

No backup 865 days,

Seems appropriate.

The low churn of moderate anxiety,

Of wonderment,

Fires flare within society.

Different mind sets,

Quoting uncertainty as nohow-

Alternate facts of hearsay,

Spreading amongst minds,

Spark plugs,

As quickly as one flushes the toilet,

Away,

Down,

Not mine.

Creeping in

Ever so slowly,

The trajectory only trackable

Looking back,

To historians,

We are in it.

Now.