Sharp sirens and seagulls pierce the London spring
Breath beneath my face mask
Sweat slides under my gloved palms
Shops are closed
Red buses carry but a few
Runners prance and pant
Eerie silence
Absence
Invisible virus with the name of a beer
Corona
Covid 19
PPE
ICU
The in-out ventilator sighs
Warnings
STAY HOME
SELF ISOLATE
SAVE LIVES
The tally grows
Panic buying
Febrile fights
A suitcase filled with pasta
And toilet roll
Like there’s no tomorrow
Who are
The
Unknown spreaders?
You? Me?
Here. There. Everywhere.
How I long for
The breath of the sea
Six feet
Faced alone
No touch
No words
No sight
The ultimate fight.
