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There's a need for more space,
a lack of fresh air is felt...mostly
carbon dioxide, permeates the
inner atmosphere.

Grown faces, bodies, voices,
are seen in most corners of the
house, mingling with older ones,
trying to get by, in their own ways.

There must be space for house help
sleeping over...i am human, a mix of
selfish, conscientious and unkind,
but it matters that tonight, all are safe,
what's good for the lot...prevails;

When the death of each ECQ day is at hand,
when  satisfied that all are okay and safe,
to my room i proceed
and concede
to its persistent calling,
to free some cramped thoughts;
i sit by the window with a lamp's glow, part
the drapes...and let cool night air envelope me,
taking time, drifting on blue waters of serenity
as daytime's cabin fever vanishes....temporarily.


Sally

©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
April 29, 2020