Same couch cushion
nine days running
same angle viewing
room, TV, street
neighbors opposite
their drapes open, too
observing them
watching you
noting they are not as
same place, same time
sedentary as you
same couch, different
ends sometimes
shared center making
you wonder how
that works for them
who had the idea that
not every day each night
the same routine must be
followed, rote posteriors
as what has come to pass
in your predictable rut of 
a domicile, inhabited as it 
is by creatures of habit in
full-on social-distance mode
long before you became
fashionable via mandate
I applaud your D.I.Y. ways
never having read the book
viewed any of the videos
you’ve nonetheless mastered
the art of quarantine feng shui
– Mark L. Lucker
© 2020

#quarantine  #socialdistancing #selfisolation

By poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer, and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 then returned to Minnesota in 2018 - hopefully, to stay.

I lived in the most urban of settings, and the rural Midwest. These perspectives impact my writing in very unique ways.