Sitting in a waiting room
People are coming and going
And I am not alone
I wait
She comes
He goes
My own spoken friends wait with me

Hunger – breakfast

A small container of nuts
Becomes my delight.
I eat each nut
One by one
Sneaking it under my mask
Into my mouth
And delight in the saltiness
Of each nut.

I realize
I haven’t “dined” with others in 14 months
And now I am living it up!