In lockdown I am waiting with
expectation, uncertain of the
rolling of time and the points
of change when life as so-called
normal will come to greet us again.
Days fold into days and the car
sits idle, unused and not taking us
to places distant that is the instant
modern urge in the era where
travel defines the shrinking world.
But the world now is larger and smaller,
and I to my garden go and enjoy
the quiet stillness of a place away from
the space of living so confined and same
that has characterised this strangeness time.
What will we make of it when all of
this is done and we return to the madness
of rush that was there before our homes
were the refuge that we loved and cursed
all at the same time, as we wait, still wait?
For Melbourne in the CoVID-10 pandemic lockdown (2020)