Dog walkers, a cheery shout, large and empty spaces. Neighbours from some distance away. Free to walk, day eight, lockdown and we’re all in this together.
Where are all the people?
Bush walk
Sunny day. Autumn closing in. Sunset 7.11pm. Temp now 13°.
Day Five
Day five enclosed, among my books and pens,
The worm must have its way.
Bread, eggs and brocolli, our shopping, dropped by neighbours
Beside our door, a portal barred to friends.
“Take, eat, for thou. art frail and elderly.”
Our neighbours, friends, beyond
the viral spitting distance, ‘Herewith news’
We hear the silence of our little town,
Deserted. People home, Day five.
We read the colour of the news,
On Instagram, Facebook, messenger.
Have you ever heard of Zoom?
A cat against my leg. Fridge door
Plus ca change plus c’est la meme chose.
The Beginning
Neighbours did our shopping
I made the meal
(All day cooker)
Just Being Here
That feeling
All of Thames, NZ, small villages in Italy, we’re all in this together.
Precautions, that concern for friends, in particular us older friends.
And that relaxed, lack of concern for self.
Hand washing has become slow, deliberate, an art form, maybe like the Japanese tea ceremony.
Strength, positive thoughts, the joy of just being here.
Mornin Walk and
Just thinking
Lock down – Covid 19 business.
I’m happy about that.
Books to catch up
I enjoy baking, bread on these way. Our neighbours shopped for us – over 2 hours in the supermarket.
Social media (and my age group stop whingeing) is the catch up on news and laughter. With valued people.
Morning walks are even more special.
Breakfast dishes just done and over 2000 steps already.
Up to my Neck in Cold Water
And loving it.
The aches, Cocvd 19 concerns flow down the river.
Now I swim alone. Summer crowds have dissolved. Silence, one indignant duck
And mysterious splash.
Tomorrow prepare for lockdown.
Birds Fed
Cat fed, breakfast served, dishes washing themselves on the bench top.
Morning walk. 5,000 steps to do today, plus swim in the river.
And the cat came back
Anguish. Not knowing. Then the villain turns up end of the day. Din dins. Wretch.
City at Night
Roar and echo of the street sweeping truck. From the balcony below a woman greets on old friend on her mobile. Prattle of a motor scooter which stops at the lights. Far away a siren. Late nighters call out farewells. Whirr of the fridge drowned by a helicopter. Auckland city.
Silent and silver, the moon
David in Pen and Pics 