Funny how soon normal creeps up on us and clears away the strangeness with each sweep of the broom.
The sky looks the same as it did, we walk, side by side, as we did. And the death toll mounts, the police checks grow
We can measure metres without a rule (though we did feet and inches when at school) We learn to use Whatsapp and Skype, just to see our families’ faces. then we disinfect our phones, wipe away the traces.
We’re told to wash our hands for twenty secs and obedience – unnatural – is what the world expects. Strangers shop for strangers and an obedient population applauds an institution on demand, at a given time
Then we go back into our houses close the windows, lockdown the doors consider the unseen enemy, and, once again,