What am I afraid of?
Am I afraid of a virus that I don’t understand, or truly know anything about?
A virus, that should I contract, inhale, or ingest, may suck to have, but likely won’t kill me?
A virus I’ll pass on to my wife and child, but they’ll probably survive it too?
Am I afraid of probabilities, of volatility and instability?
Am I afraid of total lock-down passed down from the top down
By leaders that don’t believe in science, but want complete compliance?
A candid speak calamity of institutional insanity
Riots , looter, shooters and the whole public panicking
Am I afraid of the door knob, or the moron who coughed on the door knob?
Am I afraid of the pestilence or the president’s petulance?
Or am I afraid of being brave, and letting all my fear wash away. . .
For twenty seconds. . .
With soap and water. . .
And a towel to turn of the faucet.
Written by John Andreula 3-20-20