Lockdown 3, Day One

Moon still high in the January sky,

11 in the morning, the street deserted,

frost on the house rooves opposite,

and gulls descending on the bread we scattered,

screeching like the kids who played last year

on the green when Boris Johnson closed the schools.

I sit here under three throws listening

to the lockdown news on James O’Brien’s show,

wondering if it will ever end, and hoping

we’ll walk under the cherry blossoms in the spring.