Seven Months of Limbo

 

In 1977 I left Boston for New York.

I stayed until 1982.

Paris was my next stop.

I traveled the world over the next thirty years.

The Yucatan, the Luberon, Asia, Africa, South America.

Now due to the Covid-19 pandemic I am imprisoned in New York without any chance of escape by plane, train, car, foot, or ship like I have been sentenced to minimum-security prison without any parole in sight. I am not alone. Millions of us are locked down by a government without any solution to this crisis. I want to go to Europe. I want to see my children in Thailand. I want to be free.

None of are now.

Prisoners.

When will we see freedom again?

When we all dance together?

One day we will be able to say tomorrow.