Shipwrecked by Christine Ginda
I find myself shipwrecked
on the island of My Community.
My single shelter is my home,
where I hope to maintain immunity.
I have scant supplies, but search for more -
often in vain, as normality is suspended.
Lone shopping trips and online ordering
will prevail until lockdown is ended.
The local watering hole has dried up,
all the meeting places are abandoned,
my efforts to find companionship
have left my spirits dampened.
Like others I have to keep my distance,
leave two metres, or even more,
between me and my neighbours;
it's a rule I can't ignore.
I wish I could see my family,
who live so very near,
and not just talk on the telephone
to those my heart holds dear.
But now I have remembered
there's help so close at hand,
the internet! I remind myself
will make my world expand.
So now I can take solace
as I plug in my laptop,
the whole world is my oyster
and this situation is just a backdrop.