A POEM I WROTE IN QUARANTINE THAT STARTED OUT AS IRONIC BUT QUICKLY BECAME NOT IRONIC

Inside these walls, 

I am 

Inside myself. 

As I’ve always been, but now 

With more time to think about it. 

And more time to think, 

About thinking about it. 

Sometimes I think so long,

And so much,

I think it might influence the next day’s 

Weather. 

If it’s sunny tomorrow it’s because 

Of me 

And if it’s rainy tomorrow it’s because

Of my subconscious. 

I’m working on it.