Lozetta Doll
I’m going to quit trying
To keep up
With the changes
In my life.
I’m a wife
And then I’m not.
I’m a homeowner
And then I’m not.
I’m a neighbor
With no neighbors,
A parishioner
With no parish.
One day I’m in
La Paz casually
Walking the Malecon
Making dinner plans.
Then my daughter calls,
The official word is out.
Come home, you citizens,
Or stay indefinitely.
So 48 hours later
I am at 35,000 feet
Wearing a face mask,
Listening for coughs.
Wondering who the
Heck I am anymore
And where the
Heck I am going.
But also happy to be with
Loving family once again,
Getting my disrupted
Old life reorganized.
So goodbye to La Paz
And my good friends there.
The Lord willing,
See you in November.