I Crossed the Street

Feeling trapped in my box-like space.

Understanding the animals in the zoo.

Under Quarantine, I could not leave my space.

Three hundred square feet of my favorite things.

The problem is what filtered in unintended.

The dangerous creatures circled I couldn’t open the blinds. I could not open the door as they were waiting there. In my mind, I crossed the street.

The temperature needed an open window and with the morning breeze, a chemical smoke wafted in. Eyes burning, confined, I understood the danger and fear of confined animals, confined people. In my mind, I crossed the street.

I made my plans to move. There was hope across the street as well as the pool and the mail, and management. To cross the street was my dream. It made the waiting tolerable. As if the creatures that lurked heard my thoughts, I had to wait to cross the street.

The day came, I crossed the street. There was light there was air, friendly neighbors I greet each day and the pool. I lived on the “ other side: for two years and didn't know a name. I crossed the street and my luck changed for the better, my spirit lifted, and my mind and body healed.

All I needed came to me when I crossed the street.