I've been lockdown for so long Now I find it hard to remember Where the empty buses goin past Actually go to. I have forgotten What money looks like Cos everything is 'card only.' I have forgotten The pace of the weekdays, As everyday feels like Sunday. I can't remember What it was like to acceptably Ignore the neighbours, For now we not only say hello, We ask after each other, And wait for an answer. Fake hugs are a dim memory, Replaced by audible morning bird song. Nobody I know has suffered From more than boredom, So I have to admit, In these frightening times, I somehow feel blessed. By Mikael
The Bugle 