Is the sky more blue, or is it just me? Did I just see a butterfly land in that tree? Pelican squadrons, no planes overhead! No sounds of traffic to do in my head! The cockatoos are raiding the garden once more. Am I noticing more than I have done before?

Is the sky more blue, or is it just me?
Did I just see a butterfly land in that tree?
Pelican squadrons, no planes overhead!
No sounds of traffic to do in my head!
The cockatoos are raiding the garden once more.
Am I noticing more than I have done before?

Working from home seemed quite awkward at first
But I don’t miss the peak-hour trains fit to burst.
Family meals at the table, with love prepared,
Conversations that travel to places we daren’t.
Rediscovered embroidery, kits left incomplete,
Bought when children were small, but neglected for sleep.

We hanker for arts, watch ballet on TV,
To go to the theatre, oh when will that be?
Shopping’s now “scavenging”, against everyone.
Chuckling at those on the loo paper run.

I like my pyjamas – a little too much!
Who wants to wear makeup, tackle hair with a brush?
Who knew one’d be hirsute, when no one can see.
When I look in the mirror and discover - it’s me!

I peer through my door at the wide world outside,
See others go walking, taking bikes for a ride.
My beam’s getting broader, I know it is so,
But when I tell my feet, “Move!”, they only say, “No!”

Shall we talk about wine?
No. Maybe not.
Let’s leave that to languish in the land time forgot!

I now talk to my freezer
Saying thanks for her work.
Perhaps that sounds strange…
Am I going berserk?

When this madness is over, back to normal’s the thing
You’ll find me in a corner
With a bottle of gin!