Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #495

This March
by Belinda Roddie

This March, I have retreated to a realm
of couches, video games, and cocoons

of blankets and comforters. I have felt
no pain, nor joy, nor sorrow since the moon

of last March. I have become quite the husk
rather than human, shriveled in my bed
or in front of my computer. I must
hydrate, or I forget that I'm not dead,
and I feel my own shadow start to wheeze.
Nah - that's kind of dramatic - though this year
has been insane, there have been things that pleased

me. It's just that, to an eye and ear,

it's like we've been sucked into quite a void
where the concept of time is unemployed.