..”And now good morrow to our waking souls/Which watch not one another out of fear,/For love, all love of other sights controls/And makes one little room an everywhere.”
From The Good Morrow, John Donne.
Because of this “little rheum” (the virus) many of us are now confined to one “little room”. Cooped up together, or worse, cooped up alone, longing for the company of an important Other who is under detention elsewhere. (But I’m already posted Vikram Seth’s poem about loneliness.)
This poem is about how love can make a tiny locale seem as vast and various as the great world itself! I hope you all will read the entire poem, and share your thoughts about it.
ST UnWoked & UnVaxxed! 
I will not compromise my lifestyle except for certain extremities. Xi Jinping is not going to win this one.
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I will and do compromise my lifestyle, but only because I am with my 87 year old mother most of the time. The elderly and those who care for them should take precautions, but to put everyone in quarantine over this is way over the top.
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Agree. My 95 yr old mother lives in a very good assisted living home but they are enforcing very strict rules about visitors and leaving your condo. I doubt I’d be allowed in.
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Prudence, if you’re in the target demographic (or love someone who is) makes total sense. Fortress living for the rest of us indefinitely, not so much. (Btw, Hypatia, love both of these you’ve shared.)
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See ya’ll on the other side na
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