Perspective
red roofs
lichen covered
chimneys like sentries make a nonsense
of perspective
keening gulls, screaming swifts,
the honeyed cascade
of a blackbird's song and
the clear open sky
A sense of loss
something missing,
waiting, quietly patient.
Saudade, perhaps.
Floating like a dandelion pappus
or a dead fish. Whims of nature.
As invisible as air. No illusion of control,
any more
Business as usual
Stasis
time for internal dialogue
a longed-for unravelling
a chance to listen
to something deeper
than the constant chatter of
your dopamine addiction
the insidious whisper of desire
for once drowned out
by silence and birdsong
challenging the status quo
a chance to stop
an enforced time
for reflection
but Netflix distraction
saves you from thinking
from re-evaluating
life and lies
invisible truths
all those possibilities
the glimmer of choice
the desperate clammer
to consume negates
the nascent dawning
stultified withdrawal
deny your culpability
return to your
sleeping sickness
creeping sickness
comfortable complacency
lapse, relapse, relax
business as usual