At home

I

Numbed by the dull tone that starts your day,

Each morning the same room, same routine.

Chair in place, laptop at the same spot.

Meetings and talks, eyes glued to the screen.

II

A walk outside, only if permitted.

Podcasts becoming regular friends.

Connected by sight and sound, not touch.

Uncertain as days come to an end.

III

Not easy alone, yet still lucky.

With time to think and to reconnect.

A chance to experiment with recipes,

Or read that book sitting on your desk.

IV

Isolated but safely sheltered,

Knowing we are all silent soldiers.

Shedding egos and shielding others.

World changing lives, us – the beholders.