Another week in lockdown isolation at home Only life outside is by computer or phone It’s a strange life now the quietest it’s ever been Got ourselves a weird but workable routine
We now are so excited when the postman calls Incredible what’s changed inside these four walls Never knew the Postman - certainly not by name Didn’t even notice when he even came?
It really should be heaven a duvet day again Only now it’s not a choice it’s becoming a pain You’ve realised what you thought was a good idea Going back to work is something you would cheer!
Looking out the window visits to the fridge? It’s really turning into a regular pilgrimage Running out of household chores and things to do When it’s back to normal I really have no clue
Don’t know the days? all merge into one Go to bed in darkness get up with the sun Doesn’t matter what day of the week it is Watching midsommer murders or a boring quiz
Can’t imagine going out or jumping on a bus Can’t believe something simple would cause such a fuss Meet friends for a drink and maybe a meal Can’t imagine it now just doesn’t seem real
To go into a pub, with a heaving crowd Would it all be too much? Too sensory too loud? Might have to go slowly do a ‘dummy run’ Who knows? we’ll have wait for that day to come
Poetry ~Totally 