On A Day Like This
A poem

On a day like this I hope you know there were no fights.
I stood in the kitchen.
The pen told the paper to swing by.
The sky was soot. The ambulance crossed the street for the first time.
I drank some tea.
The paper told the pen to swing by.
The ambulance crossed the street. It was the second time.
I sat at the PC.
The paper and the pen swung by.
Here’s the ambulance, for the third time.
I hope you know on a day like this there were no fights.
I live nearby the hospital and there’s a big crossroad in front of my apartment, where ambulances are running 3 or 4 times per hour. This poem captures the feelings of any day in my home in a year of pandemic.






