Savory Solitude

"If you are lonely when you're alone, you are in bad company." --Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit, 1944

Plagues produce profound, prolonged solitude

For many humans, for many reasons:

Fear, fragility, neglect; attitude

Every life passes through its seasons

Some semblance of normalcy does return

When the worst of a plague seems to be done

And for most, this means that a need will burn

To return to the fold, for warmth or fun

Some, spared the crowd under strange conditions

Will not rush back, but savor solitude

Is that odd, considering the options?

A small, private plot can yield plenitude

Some will select their own society

A meal for one can yield satiety