The Ides of March came raging this year,
defining those essential and those not
in sometimes arbitrary ways.
Cursed from dugouts and half-courts,
we learn to play chess;
banned from classroom and choir,
we meditate on piano alone.
And in the absence of touch on a larger scale,
as lights across the globe extinguish
one-by-one, we hunker within our four walls,
knowing now with great certainty,
we are all essential.