Sleep used to be trivial, insomnia was on a nightly basis. Gradually, things began to shift, peaceful nights, well-rested days. Looking back, my naiveté was laughable. We go outside, but don’t see any faces Only the eyes of others peer out of masks,  Talking face to face a memory of what I used to do…

Coronavirus? Covid? What is that, a game? Supposedly the end has come  It crept up slowly but surely Unnoticeable until it was too late to stop Now we lie in wait for an end that may or may not come With no end in sight, We hope it’s soon done At first it was the…