hip hooray for lockdown

our days are now nameless days

our days are now aimless days


we have been gifted to share

the timeless life enjoyed by

sucklings, ferals and fishes


tuning our minds to receive

erased transcendental truths


we are not human ciphers

born to dance to chimes of bells

workplace hooters, clocks, whistles,

calendars’ conformities


we are gardeners, lovers,

readers, writers and thinkers

Earth shapers and Earth changers

born to restore lost Eden


a dormant memory has

come to life slouching slowly

◄ a path well trod (sequel to Venus in a red dress)

coming of age in Oxford ►


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