Watching "The Color Purple" During Quarantine

Jada Gordon
To touch my sisters face
Under an unrelenting sunlight
In a field of trauma turned to delight
I want to touch southern soil
To feel the home I've never known
Self-Isolation ain't new
Self-Isolation is grand
Crowded dance halls left me empty
Dark liquor kept me full
Tight sidewalks push me out
New York is choking me
Celie and Nettie cry
In each other hands
Scratching anxiety off my neck
Isolation is a deep sleep
I'm floating
My future is an aimless
Thick miles of land with no plans
To fill the space
Set in stone. I hate when plans are
Or when they're taken from me.