by Josef Webster
Here we are, inside,
watching the vestige of our youth
Fade from behind a window.
Wearily, we rise every morning,
log on to the loathed Microsoft Teams,
we sit, we watch, we work
Whilst the recondite virus mocks us from just beyond our walls,
we keep calm and carry on,
despite the seemingly eternal lockdown.
A previously obscure term, now a familiar pharmakon.
There are better days ahead, we remind ourselves,
all this phraseology like a broken record,
but we will return to normality
however far from reach that seems,
we will live, laugh, mix again
these old, once familiar themes.