This post first appeared on my weekly newsletter, (is a) Good Thing. It was written at the end of 2021, as the COVID-19 virus was threatening every social plan.
There’s a party this New Years You’re one and all invited Every man, every woman in sight. There’ll be dancing and booze Good friends and good people May you not be in iso this night. It’s been a long while Since we’ve all been together So bring yourself, that’s all that you’ll need. It’s been a hard year We can’t wait to see you May you not be in iso this eve. But then what did happen A stray breath, an expose That leads to a swab Going high up your nose It tickles the places You hope never to touch It leaves you disturbed It all feels too much But that swab is nothing, compared with the wait For the call that might come And the plans it will break You sit yourself down Your phone by your side You close your eyes You want to go hide You start to breathe deep You wait for a sign You look out for anything To distract your mind The party’s tonight But the wait it goes on You wonder just how It could all take so long You stare at the ceiling You contemplate You pine for the call You sit there and wait. And then in the morning With the empties disposed And the tables all but clear. Your negative comes through But the party is done May you not be in iso next year.