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
Isolation is hard. We are gregarious creatures. We like meeting up with each other.
Fortunately we live in the countryside which means we can get out for walks. It doesn’t stop it feeling claustrophobic though.
Looking out through the window at an empty street. It feels that life has become restricted. Our world has shrunk.
Out there the sun is shining. It looks welcoming. It is hard to imagine that there might be invisible droplets of death lurking in the breeze.