I went to the store
just once
this week.
And even then
I didn’t go in,
but pulled up,
curbside,
rolled down my window,
like a furtive user,
collecting my stash
of flour,
quinoa,
eggs and
beans —
the staples
that hold us
together.
Was it only
last week,
that we met
for walks,
keeping our
distance,
playing it safe?
Now the parks are
closed.
We are staying home,
close to home,
keeping home
close.