Taking a Walk During the Pandemic
by Natalie Jill
Today would have been the Boston marathon.
As I step, I think of the cooped up runners.
How far their legs could have carried them.
Twenty-six miles, and maybe they could have
gone further. But even they can’t outrun this.
There’s nowhere to go.
On the path, people are too close.
Two weeks from now, I’ll know if this walk
got me infected. I give an approaching biker
a look that says “keep your distance”
from behind my mask, but we can’t
read each other with these things on.
And I can’t get far enough away.
I look up, empty blue, a few clouds grazing.
There isn’t enough space down here.
If I could walk, if the path would betray
its fidelity to the ground and bend skyward.
Natalie Jill’s most recent work is upcoming in Free State Review and Sugar House Review. She is a member of the PoemWorks community in the Boston area. Outside of poetry, Natalie is a psychotherapist, who also dabbles in other expressive pursuits such as visual arts, blogging, and learning the ukulele.