Self-Isolation Homesick Blues

It’s all a bit odd, this.

I’m housebound. Virus found. Confined below decks.

I’m careful not to touch anything. Even my own things.

A burglar hiding in bed. Leaving no trace.

A somewhat unwelcome guest in my own house.

The Covid cuckoo.

Still, its not all bad.

There’s a world outside this window.

I’ve a newfound love of birdsong.

I’m living inside my head, whilst my body rages.

Dreaming of the sea, and going to bookshops.