Is it real? Is it real?
Do I have it? Never have I
Been so ill. Ever.
Henny Penny the sky is falling
I see it coming like a cloud
Of locusts on the prairie horizon,
Warning others, it’s time to get
Your rations; They are not sure If
I’ve gone mad,
Neither am I.
Coughing people stand too close,
Spewing droplets like glitter to hang in the air
And settle on surfaces.
A father laughs when his daughter coughs in my face,
I do not laugh in return.
March Twenty, Twenty Twenty:
Just like Henny Penny said.
We invite Alberta physicians in any career stage to send in their original poems/prose to be considered for publication in the PFSP Perspectives column in future issues of Alberta Doctors’ Digest.
Banner image credit: Dimitris Vetsikas, Pixabay.com