Looking out the window at the rest of the world.
There’s me and there’s everyone else I wish I could be.
The old man in the coffee shop quietly sipping coffee and reading the newspaper, while I smoke outside trying to steady chronically shaky hands.
The young, pretty mother in the supermarket helping her little girl tie her shoe, while I wish I were the younger, better man who married her.
The guy tearing my ticket with a smile at the movie theater who seems destined for greatness somehow, while I pray a movie can silence my crazy mind.
But instead I remain unsettled disordered me.
Poems of Pandemic Days by Alice Curley 