Haikus About Lockdown

Thirty days of 5, 7, 5. My personal Snapshot of Covid.

This walk is second Nature. Soon its meaning will Change entirely.

Why do we expect Productivity during This global trauma?

The wind in the trees Calms me much more than the bright Sun of South England.

I have read my way through The Hunger Games Triology In as many days.

The wind chimes beat out A gentle melody as The wind kisses them.

Digital church has Quickly become a normal Part of my routine.

The thought of all the Businesses opening up Makes me kind of sick.

Tonight I get to Sleep, drifting off with the waves As we cross the sea.

I’m at Liverpool docks. Why are there fireworks? Oh wait. They won the football.

The virus is still Out there. Please continue to Wear a mask outside.

The heat  is starting To become unbearable. But I must keep on.

The drive is strangely Simultaneously both Too short and too long.

This month is pride month. Shout-out to all those who are Figuring things out.

The news no longer Reaches me. I am numb to All it has to say.

The pop-up coffee Bar is just like real ones. I Can only have tea.

They say exposure kills But not reblogging does not Even give me that.