Nine months from now,
after all this sequestering
is over, the ban is lifted
and we can leave our houses,
there’ll be a boom.
Thousands even millions
of babies coming into our
bruised and anxious world
after our season of quiet cloister.
There are only so many hands
of Solitaire we can play.
If babies are made
when the power goes out
and we go to bed
a bit earlier than usual
how much more
when we’re confined
to our homes
with only each other
for company?
I see the tiny bodies
forming even now,
knit together
with the strands
of our social isolation,
these new ones
bursting forth
from our collective
quarantine.
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