A Lockdown Stillness

The air is heavy with the scent of clean washing.

Children’s sweet, squabbling voices,

Pottering neighbours.

A momentary, feet up, interlude,

A sunshine hush.

I watch the children,

I close my eyes,

My sun warmed face.

Before the spell is broken

In this moment,

I am bathed in a lockdown stillness.



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