Which sense makes the most sense
For me to focus on today?
Should I smell the earth after the
Much-needed rain?

What about the sight of children
Playing separately apart
Unsure of whether they can touch
Or not.

Should I listen for the doorbell
Even though no one can visit?
Damn this cursed virus
Robbing me of guests.

I could touch the beach sand
Let it drift through my fingers
Warmed by the sun
But it’s fenced off for safety.
 
Shall I breathe in the scent of you
Oh, I forgot
I can’t
You are missing from the earth
Now and forever.