Covid Morning

Living with the virus.

Sheets splashed with shafts of sunlight,

now dried and wrinkled after the soaking night.

I find the notch of the window and creak it open.

My face pressed against the screen, the metal pores

leave tiny squares against my cheek as I lean

for a consoling spring.

Senses tickled, I stretch wide, forgetful,

relieved by the coolness, until

I am retuned to the fear that lingers.