INSIDE MYSELF
Self-quarantined, alone, at home,                                                                                                    furnishings reflect me to me.                                                                                                              Collages line my walls but the                                                                                                         lens on my telescope has cracked. 
I see no end. Afraid, I stay
inside with the computer
named Agnes who, in a former
life, may have been my nemesis.
Not for me the yoga one-leg
stance, though inside, my Inner Child
wants out. At last, I heed
her need—
walk the floor,
open the door.

Nan 5/15/20