Love in the time of coronavirus
Routine is important.
A glass of red each evening
at five when the latest
government health advice
Is screened. My
indigestion is easing.
Regular, heatlhy meals together,
no dashing out in the evening.
The calendar’s just blank spaces,
just the odd event scrawled
in months ago and left
for historic interest.
And some things are becoming clearer.
The social stigma of looting loo rolls.
The clapping of health workers,
even outside Downing Street, shows
that deep down we’re all Europeans.
I can get through most things
as long as you are there
in the next room,
painting your tulips and freesias.