Entrenched (Poetry)

We sit resigned to wait it out
dug in — our heads well down
restricted now we dream about
the no-mans-land of town —

those echoing deserted streets
where only litter blows
the dark cafés where no one meets
as though some camera froze

reality so it became
a photograph of life
before the virus spread its claim —
contagion running rife ...

The birds are nesting right outside
they’re noisy in the trees
while we avoid the world and hide
from unseen enemies

Sun shines with a sweet/bitter twist
the traitor sky smiles blue
our undercover skins unkissed
we’ll see this crisis through