The lockdown days

The lockdown days 

These are the days the lockdown days
Monday to Sunday muddled, unclear 
even the months conjoined
all dates significant and signposts, blending and blurred
timetables mostly suspended. 
And now instead there’s green or red 
doctors differentiating
graph upon graph, not flattening 
numbers that make us gasp
fearful progression, monstrous 
NHS staff, esteemed at last
doing their duty, brave 
and scientists experts enlisted, implored 
what must we do to be saved? 
Plus the numberless workers, suddenly key
as now we see
‘tis they keep the world’s wheels turning. 
Oh what can we do in Corona time
the contactless separate lockdown days
all of us waiting, suspended? 

Go with Joe Wicks, strive to stay fit
deep breaths and yoga, keep calm 
take up a challenge, paintbrush or dance 
clear out the loft or cellar? 
Garden for Britain battle those weeds 
in hope for the future, plant seeds? 

For these are the days, the lockdown days
does this virus come with a warning? 
When all of the world is turned on its head
and systems of value, shattered, dead
maybe time for a rethink, shake-up, wake-up
time to review, re-evaluate
reflect on what’s precious, held dear
what’s prized beyond rubies and gold. 
As we long for the touch and the comfort of love 
and in hope for the future, plant seeds. 

3rd April, locked down in Hounoux.