one year on

 

In 2020 for each date

And posting at my daily rate

Of words, two to three thousand strong

And writing each day, all day long

A million words flowed from my pen

Or rather, keyboard, fingers ten.

A million words! No hesitation

In that productive isolation

When time flowed past unnoticed, quiet,

Without the daily traffic riot

No blares, nor squeals of tyres on street

No children’s shouts or running feet

But in this lockdown period madness

I must feel guilt for others’ sadness

And one year on it’s not a joke

Under this Covid’s prison yoke

And even antisocial me

Is climbing walls to soon be free.