All Poems, Disneyworld 2022, Pandemic, Trips and Places

The Line

 

Quite a shock.
Disneyworld.
After isolation.
Even on a day deemed “low crowd”, wall to wall families.
What would a “high crowd” day be?
Still a ninety-minute wait for Jungle Cruise.
The line itself a snake.
Undulating.
Coiling.
Slithering.
Full of hissing schoolkids.
Wailing babies.
Bored teens.
Parents who insist the tickets have worth.
For a ten-minute ride.
On a faux water safari.
Almost everyone unmasked.
Silent declaration.
The pandemic is over.
Or, they are finished with it.
Only a handful masked.
What do they declare?
Maybe Covid’s in the line.
Awaiting front row chair.

Lynn Benjamin
February 22, 2022