Nomad Writer

Office desks neatly arranged
With plastic dividers set between
Establishing a new formality;
A new etiquette to observe
Social distancing
Mirroring the fences often built
To protect property from idle trespass
But this demarcation goes beyond
Health guidelines
These new borders have been made
To keep me at arm’s length
Away from those
With an apparent dislike for me
Though I’m polite
And greet others
With a cordial smile
While stumbling through a language
That still awkwardly sits on my lips
I am disregarded many times
Pointedly ignored by those around me
Exchanging pleasantries
With an obvious, saccharine flair
To treat me as the unseen air
Making me aware of this curious disdain
And though I don’t mind
These deliberately forged fences
My only question
Is why?