In the midst of a pandemic rage
April in Vienna and Lower Austria
I’ll fetch only food for my spouse
And myself, the papers and water
Imagine our water is disgusting
Forming a tan-leathery layer on
Kettles, taps and shower roses
Difficult to scratch off – my spouse
Calls micro-plastic coating.
But this April second – I noticed
Hardly anybody around – alone
Riding in a bus
Visiting my orthopedic surgeon
Receive a mask, disinfect my hands
Makes me feel hot and moist at my
Face –oh you disinfect your Sulphur
Yellow coloured floors?
“You have Carpal Tunnel Syndrome”
The doc says immediately
Having seen my hands and applies
An injection at the lower palm of
My right hand and will transfer me
O Lord! Another operation? Not
Possible now, in spite of muscle loss
At my thumbs and a galloping progress
Of blocks to my medial nerve.
I’m glad my trusted doc is around
To help as much as he can.