As If Poem by Shalom Freedman

As if there would always be
A beginning again
As if were a peaceful ordinary normal day
Without the threat of virus infection
As if I were truly writing something
I believed in
As if I were not an old man
Sitting on an iron bench waiting for a bus
One of whose passengers might infect him
One of those fools
Who every day of his life
Needs to prove by writing
There is still some meaning
To his existence.