Three weeks to the day
A new season upon us
To the blended notes of birdsong
As I wait in the clinic, double-masked
An elderly man walks in.
To the nurse’s question,
“Have you been recently tested for COVID?”
He replies he doesn’t know anything about it …
He’s in only for blood work
A phlebotomist-in-training fetches me
Has trouble saying my name
The tourniquet is too taut, the poke sharp
I’m glad it’s done
All along, I sanitize
my hands repeatedly
I see the elderly man
walk out wearing a smile
I think to myself:
What if there was no such thing as COVID?
The Post Bulletin publishes poetry by local and area writers every Tuesday. Send poems to Meredith Williams at firstname.lastname@example.org.