Careful where you step. Avoid touch. Keep your
distance. Even your speech, your breath, surface
your hand pressed and left may portend danger
for another human. Don’t rub your face
till you’ve washed hands. How can imperfect I
pass such tests? Must be why God decided
I live alone. Help you survive. Night sky’s
cloud thick now. Thunder’s angry warnings tread
closer. Rain begins its hissing complaint.
darksky.net omens harsh storm forever.
Lightning glares its fangs, its flashes repaint
my writing room walls, fickle and clever
in its brief art. Stay safe. Practice balance.
Stay safe. Don’t read this sonnet more than once.
Roger Armbrust
May 7, 2020
