Covid fatigue set in long ago, and like typical ennui it waxes and wanes.
Restlessness
Almost an Eden until boredom
bores in. Pine-scented air and white-
tailed deer, lake and lily pads outside
my door.
Covid-19 on the back burner but
so are the neighbors. Glimpsed at
and waved to through stands of trees.
A routine changed from city tennis
and Happy Hour with friends
to decoding portents of winter
from wooly bear caterpillars.
The overused kayak beckons
with all the zest expressed
by a maitre d' signaling a table
for one.
The hours drag by desultory
as the droopy fly on the screen.
Novels with bookmarks stuck
at the front lie scattered on tables.
Take Away menus lack pizzazz,
find themselves dumped back
in the drawer, ignored.
Only the robins scavenging
the lawn seem absorbed by a task,
but that, too, won't last.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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