CRACKING UP IN THE TIME OF CORONA by Fiona Goodwin

The veneer of cheerful calm it’s cracking,
I’m a prisoner in my own home,
Lucky you say the inmates of Rikers,
You get to breathe your own air eat your own food
I’m reaching for gratitude I really am,
I know that’s the answer
Maybe I should just sit and be kind
Like I know how to do,
Like I tell others how to do,
Take my own medicine it’s humbling this staying in thing.