Clock Forward and Sit Back

Auckland family, “It’s gone on too long,
And when we can we’ll be up and gone!”
The young ones – don’t know where, I don’t know when.
But so good when we catch again.

Nods and muted smiles, our daily tasks
Obscured by muffled sounds and masks.

Clock forward, again in darkness waking,
Consoled by longer days and baking.
My partner, “Gee, I’m an hour slow,
I should have left an hour ago!”

Front porch in sun, the birds and me
The cat asleep, my cup of tea.