The Invisible Prison Guard
The blue summer sky
And the new green shoots,
The fresh air
Tasting new routes,
Seen through bars of the cells
Of our home;
Looking out at a land
Through which we no longer roam.
On the air
And in anything we touch
There’s an invisible prison guard
Keeping us in our hutch;
Away from families
And lost to friends
Until we heal
And the country mends.
Opher – 5.4.2020