The Reading Room Poem by gary polonsky

Though angled off the master bedroom
For lo, full thirty years and more,
In all that while, my shadow didn't loom
Upon its six-walled, carpeted floor.
Yet here I sit, while the world carries off
Its minted mission‎, struggling to survive,
Where elbows don't just flex but field a cough,
‎While seniors count their blessings, if alive.

And not just seniors, true, but everyone,
Parted as we are, six feet at least,
Waiting 'til the dark harkens to the sun
And some vaccine tames the bloody beast.
Meanwhile, the reading room's my world,
With my lover, book and blanket ‎furled


A sonnet - Written in Ontario, Canada - 18th April 2020