L3 (Day 54): In The Cold

The shift from yesterday’s promising warmth of sunshine to this fog threatening existence was brutal. No wind as such, but bitter cold, bitter.

The numbering of days in this lockdown is moving on so fast. Best not to look back to what has been left behind, or left undone, but to look ahead, to plot a course. Heaven’s light our guide.

~

CLP 01/03/2021

Fire Engine

It was relatively early

But my sleep patterns had gone curly

I needed to get more rest

Everyone said it’s for the best

And then a fire engine stopped

Just as I thought I’d dropped

to sleep but could not because they sat there for sometime in the road with that deep diesel engine running shaking the walls, filling my apartment rooms with fumes.

I’m afraid I really wept

When I should have slept

~

CLP 24/02/2021

L3 (Day 44): Early Morning

Woken by the first alarm calls at territorial intrusions, alerts and disputes of airspace and protection of nests at 04:45h.

Then disturbed again at 05:17h by shouting from a distant street. A man’s raised voice echoes through the break of day. Again from closer at 05:32, yet still a way from here. Is he heard by others? What ails him? It sounds like anger.

Is he wandering the city alone? Is someone else at risk? How did this start? How will it end, as it must?

~

CLP 19/02/2021

Lunacy

she pulls at the watery cloth

tied tight to shore

although it shifts at anchor

it will not come free

so she cannot hide her arid face

from a world that won’t stop

spinning, cannot pause while there

is still a breath of air

~

CLP 18/02/2021

On Ash Wednesday

After the pancakes

I resolve to abstain from

life’s little pleasures

~

n.b. I think that I may have run out of things to give up since the first lockdown, but I’ll give Lent a go, I have nothing left to lose.

CLP 17/02/2021