WHAT IS ONE TO DO WHEN PEOPLE, LIKE BUGS, TUMORS AND VIRUSES, LACK COMMON SENSE?

Sooo—where were we?
Oh yes!  You and I were in
A waiting room at Mayo, which
I was relieved to see as being
Empty of people except for me
So, here I sit, peacefully in
Wheel chair, awaiting
My first visit with
The cardiologist whose
Chosen specialty is cancer, and
Having no reason to feel
Concern about keeping
A safe distance of at least
Six feet between myself and
Another person, I am content until
Such time as another person
Appears, whose eyes, much to
My surprise, seem to
Sweep the room before
Locking into mine at which time
This person makes a bee line
Straight for me, jumpstarting
A wave of deeply repressed
Worry to erupt and wash over me so
Suddenly from deep within
The subconscious portion of
My brain as to release fear, which
Leaps out and over
My intuitive powers, leaving
The conscious portion of
My brain feeling deeply
Threatened based in
The fact that the face of
Stranger Danger is
Closing in on me, until finally
My intuitive powers kick in and
Clear my think tank of fear before
My processor can flood with adrenaline
And thank goodness for
That attitudinal change for
The better, because
Next thing I know
My intuitive super power is heard
Whispering words of wisdom into
My more courageous ear:
“Remain alert, Annie, so as to
Astutely absorb the answer to
The vital nature of this next question”
What the heck can
The direct approach of
This person’s need to encroach upon
My personal space mean?
I mean, really—
With my face mask, disposable gloves and
Turbaned head clearly in view, doth not
This holy trinity suggest
My present need to self-protect within
An invisible, yet somehow
Impermeable, insular aura of
‘My Space’, which being circular
Creates an autonomous distancing
Factor separating me by
A margin of at least six feet from
All others, who might otherwise
Unintentionally infect
My vulnerability with CAVID-19
And though alarms, set off by
My defense system, continue to
Brrring inside my head
My processor, awaiting further
Guidance from my intuitive super power
Soothes itself so as to remain in such
A well balanced state of being as to
Be ready to act smart on the spot once
This woman’s presence, still closing in on
My Safe Space at a fast clip, offers
My think tank sound reason to
Comprehend what the heck is
About to take place between
Stranger Danger and me!???
Seriously—this disgruntled face
Drawing all too close to
My mask appears not friendly, at all!