Came across this poem that I wrote in May, 2020, near the beginning of the pandemic.
I need a manicure.
I need a pedicure.
My hair’s not too bad.
I trimmed some ends and pushed the sides behind my ears.
My shoulders are sore from leaning over the computer.
My quarantine world is getting smaller and smaller.
I shop online. Groceries arrive.
Books arrive. Same.
I wish I could order a museum, and have it delivered to my door.
Or maybe Van Gogh and Dali could walk in my door.
What a talk we would have!
And the next day I’ll invite Mozart.
He will play something bright for me.
I want to see something sparkle today.
I need sparkle.