Overheard in Cyberspace: 2020-03-29

2020-03-30

He dons pajamas,

tucks pants into socks and

sleeves into fingerless gloves,

straps on CPAP breather,

inserts dental night guard,

tugs eye mask into place.

Dreamsuited,

he boards his craft,

pulls up the blanket,

sealing the hatch.

He calls for uplifting music.

Flight director Alexa counts down

to liftoff or, at least, sound off.

He launches on Captain Kirk’s vector:

“Thataway!”

Destination unknown.

2020-03-29

So sorry we can't be meeting

or shake someone’s hand in greeting.

To meet now seems imprudential.

This virus is exponential.

So, most of us now must park it,

while shelves are refilled at market.

The movies, we watch at Netflix

and pay for our seats with mouse clicks.

The libraries now are empty,

while Amazon books are trendy.

The workday commute less glacial,

we stumble from bed to table.

For now, we cannot all gather.

But, yet, we will cope, together.

Overheard in Cyberspace