Watching From Afar, A Poem for New York City
New York City,
Why you again?
Wasn’t September 11 enough?
We are sitting around your perimeter
I want to help you.
I want to save you.
But I am one man,
And if I come,
I will quickly fall.
But that is cowardice.
If I truly cared,
I’d come and do something.
I watch the statistics cross my screen day after day.
Which is only slightly better than watching my favorite Netflix show.
I couldn’t do that.
I can’t live life as usual.
I have dear friends in the hospital now.
It has finally hit home for me.
I am for the common man.
I am for the old man who smoked for too many years.
The virus attacks his weakened lungs.
He is dying.
I would sit by his bed and hold his hand
If I wasn’t so afraid.