The world is changing,

small and big,

inside and out,

bodies beyond minds,

fear beyond hope.

 

How do I feel?

Sleepless in the world.

Tender and raging,

all at once.

Home but not safe.

 

Should I laugh?

Yes, probably,

maybe not.

 

Nobody knows what’s 

to be done anymore.

Maybe nothing,

possibly much.

 

It is here that I am,

sober and between;

and on this night of

waking dreams I

dare not look ahead.

 

22/3/2020