Surveying the locked down map of my world –
windows opening to landscapes of uncertainty,
Time dances like a god in the changing light.
I dwell in possibility – take nothing for granted,
accept life as it comes, not the way I want it.
Something to do with love, a prayer to protect
us from an innocent touch. As the death toll rises,
so does fear and courage – key workers keep carrying
on, laying bare the injustices of our world.
Knowing there is no going back, the furloughed
hang on, believing in blue skies, bird song,
and spring in the dreadful winter of their hearts.
Hope lives like a virus born with a message –
Life’s a gift, a thing of beauty, cherish it.