COVID-19 Diary: 3/29/20

What I am missing,
in the eerie quiet of
social distancing:

eating out, yelling
over the din, and still not
hearing each other,

reaching over a short
woman’s head to grab the pole
on the train to work,

holding my grandson;
he spits up on me, I cry,
then he cries, “Yucky!”

Roy Herndon Smith