Myself To Keep

Social Distancing not so strange,

I’ve been doing it for years


The world a feelings length away,

old lovers left in tears


I shared what I shared early,

with my short pants not yet off


Trusting in my family first,

I learned—but Oh the cost


For fifty years I’ve cloistered,

my psyche left to roam


Acquaintances to come and go,

true feelings mine to own


As harbormaster of this port,

one ship is anchored deep


To sail the inmost seven seas

alone—myself to keep


(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2020)

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