But
first, to leave the house,
I
had to sort through clothes to find
A
normal shirt or blouse.
I
ironed one and then I found
A
pair of jean Capris,
For
what I wear relaxed at home
Is
stuff nobody sees.
I
do go out to exercise
Each
morning, close to dawn,
When
clothing meant for working out
Is
what I have thrown on.
Yet
this would be my first foray
To
walk each city street
A
half-mile to the test site
From
a 3 month long retreat.
Of
course, nobody glanced my way
And
with my hat and mask,
Anonymously
I strode on
To
undertake my task.
To
be outdoors felt alien,
A
bit of needed prep
For
to reemerge and join the world
Requires
baby steps.
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