COVID '19

The ominous arrival of the Daily Mail brought with it an unpleasantness. An unexpected visitor had come to the city gates. Unwilling to depart without first claiming what it came for. It wrecks homes and cuts deep despite a lack of hands. Its weaponry is intelligent and well concealed. It travels and spreads faster than a rumour. The streets fall silent as people retreat. For a while there’s nothing but the rustling of leaves. Families are hidden away from the public eye. Noise has now been replaced with the occasional whistle of a pressure cooker. It’s as if the virus can almost see and be seen. Its tentacles are intangible but grim. As news travels, more commotion follows. Facilities collapse and Doctors give in. It becomes harder to breathe. Yet getting away isn’t an option so, in the quiet solitude of my own home, I retreat inside my own imagination; making it my personal den of Zen. A serene place where only a chosen few are allowed. The chaos of the outer world demands to be let in. I refuse and stand my ground. There we are A duo of contradictions, each unwilling to make room for the other.

And yet we've learn to co-exist; this unwelcome guest and I.