This is one of my newer poems in my Covidity series.
Enjoy!
Contact Tracing
Covid is bringing people together
and we are learning to distance.
Bob is in his front yard
planting a victory garden -
tomatoes and beans,
some carrots too…
a neighbor’s car idles in the alley
and Bob leans on his shovel six feet away
as they chat.
Maybe the virus curve will flatten
by harvest.
A homeless couple have set up their tent in a corner
of the credit union parking lot,
music blaring from a transistor radio
as they dress and pack their cart.
This is the first I have seen of the pair.
Usually it’s just one guy
with a cardboard house
who sets up and night and then packs it all away
before six am.
It’s well past daybreak as I cut through the lot.
Tellers and security will be arriving soon,
but the two seem in no hurry.
On trash day the bins are overflowing.
Cardboard remnants from all the home-delivered groceries and meals
keep the lid from closing properly
and the recycle bin rattles from all the empties as I wheel it to the curb.
My safer at home coping mechanism
is a boon for the collector who stacks the 14th yard waste bag of aluminum gold
into the bed of his rust-eaten Chevy pickup.
I wonder how much today’s haul will bring him.
I wonder how many hours (or days) it took to collect all those cans.
I wonder how much that works out to per hour,
and whether he’d be better off with a “regular” job.
Clearly, I have too much time on my hands.
Covid is bringing people together
and we are learning to distance.
~J.E. Ramont
May 2020