What do you do when you get sick? You write a poem.
Finally got it.
It was rough. Four days of feeling really wrecked. Maybe two days on either side of feeling ragged. My wife got it, too. She had about the same severity of symptoms. Lost her taste though. It’ll come back.
Nearly 50% of Americans have now had Covid. So, it was inevitable.
And through it, we comforted with isolation, tea, sleep, and a dog that seemed to sense we needed her. In the midst of all this, what does one do?
One writes a Covid poem.