
Coronavirus Days
by Samantha Scarito
It has been two weeks
14 days of almost isolation
336 hours of some stress some peace
20160 minutes of waking and sleeping
Over a million seconds of unfamiliarity, change
Let me tell you what I miss dearly
I long for the days I spent at a desk, bored to tears of the same old lecture
Taking walks as the moon watched over me, the stars counting my every breath
The warmth of a friends arms surrounding me in a hug, safe and snug
New voices that bring new opportunities with a handshake to say hello
A planner so full with events they pile to the next page
Sunday’s at the church pews, hands raised in worship with delicious snacks to follow
White square walls of a small room I called home, all untouched and waiting for my return
All these things I called mine,
All these days I felt in my control,
I have learned that nothing is granted
And to appreciate every moment as a whole