Social Distancing not so strange,
I’ve been doing it for years

The world a feelings length away,
old lovers left in tears

I shared what I shared early,
with my short pants not yet off

Trusting in my family first,
I learned—but Oh the cost

For fifty years I’ve cloistered,
my psyche left to roam

Acquaintances to come and go,
true feelings mine to own

As harbormaster of this port,
one ship is anchored deep

To sail the inmost seven seas
alone—myself to keep

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2020)