Pandemic (by Hunt Bailey)

I see golfers stroll by playing
their balls. They are all joyful,
doing something they love. Or
at least that's how I want to see them.

I see him stroll up the fairway, as
he sports his sky blue polo with plaid
black and white pants. He oozes
confidence as he approaches the green.

I think about after golf, as he goes home
and sits with his family around the dinner table
as they eat a pizza he picked up on the way in.
I think about him as he wipes his nose before he
shakes his neighbor’s hand. I think about him showing
up to work the next day, sneezing inside a cubicle
with co-workers surrounding him, who go home to their
own families. After a long day, he turns the light
off, walks to his childrens’ beds, and kisses them goodnight.