Omicron 2022

Hogmanay cam an went
wi the usual bells an fustles
TV music gied laldy tae the win,
an a puckle bodies louped
an skirled wi computer faces
lookin on ower the wire.

It wis naethin forbye.

I remember #10,121

I remember this and that, I remember how it was.

another saturday

another

Saturday night
and I ain’t got nobody

mask

      the mask slips
   (as I breathe out)
      the world slides
   (as I breathe in)

Compute the Sorrow

Add up the dead and dying,

Damn right;
Numbers only lie in pieces
Approximated in plain sight.
A room full of statisticians
Say, “There’s margin of error here…”
With whole percentages of tears
Running down the faces left alive.

Surfaces

Layered and level, 

landscape waits for sky…

            …to wash the angled trees with wind or light,
            …to wash the upturned leaves.

Covid-UK

Covid, livid,
Viruses tire us
The things that ail you
Respiratory failure…

solitary confinement

long days in a walled garden
the sun leaves behind its shadows
and the wind begins to warm
unexpected and so soon