Am I a risk of covid-19? (a poem by Jonathan Klane)

Am I a risk of covid-19? Where in the world have I been?

What is my age? I’m not a sage.

Do I have any co-morbidities? Heaven help me no, please!

Might I be immune? Please don’t use our spittoon!

Are others infected or not? Can’t you control your snot?!

Did I have contact with others? Even those who aren’t my brothers?

And what about their contacts with friends? Will it bring us to our ends?

Perhaps I am asymptomatic? A single cough, is it automatic?

Oh, was that a cough?! Please throw up in the porcelain trough!

They tell me I spew droplets when I speak. This risk isn’t for the meek.

Watch those surfaces you touch! We’re really not asking too much. 

Did I touch a surface and then my face? My hands move at a frenetic pace!  

Watch out for those droplet nuclei! You might get them in your pretty blue eye!

I hear it can’t take the heat. We don’t nearly have it beat.

But it doesn’t like humidity. Perhaps, is it the fluidity?

Maintain 6 feet of distance! That is our new insistence. 

Did I wash my hands? My god, I have swollen glands!

Where is that disinfectant?! It will act as my protectant!

The others – where did they travel from? They were quarantined and look so glum. 

When will we all be able to get a test? We need to separate the sick from the rest!

I need to wear a cloth face covering! I can’t breathe – it’s so damn smothering!

Am I a risk of covid-19? I weigh all of these factors – and I am … serene.

~ the end ~