Covid-19 lockdown
I sit at home on my phone
work out my 5km zone
Then check the restrictions for my state
which the daily press conference complicates
The multi-state lockdowns are confusing me
The rules are different for all three
The case numbers soar, then dip, then soar
Narrow eyed, I pace my grotty floor
Volume on high, ipad clutched in one hand
the CHO’s insights I too well understand
as a creeping dread stirs my mind up
A foreboding which just won’t let up
“The restrictions are stricter. Delta is different. We must do better than ever before”
So, without three layers of cloth on my face, I’d now be breaking the state law
because “Alpha is bad, Delta is worse”
Death spelt in Greek in an invisible aerosoled burst
Like an assault from behind, “it only takes seconds”, we are told
(The thought stabbing my sanity threshold)
The garbage bin beside the sink
and floor tossed clothes start to stink
My thoughts tangled, weave a madhouse
each little fear a biting louse
My locked down mind erases birds from the sky
music a thorn scratching skin sanitised dry
Confined, my brain becomes a trap
flashing far too often back
I crave a hug, soft human skin
A selfish thought that again reeks of sin
Then, flipping, cringe from unwanted, dangerous hands
Memories that Covid’s reaching, creeping fingers have fanned
Inside, outside, nowhere is safe – just like before
Fear an inescapable revolving door
Nowhere to hide from these hunters, inevitable that I am found
I am paralysed, cornered, run to ground
Weariness heavy, I stare blankly in a daze
My stalking future cloaked in haze
Adrenaline pulsing, fear coiled like a spring
Father Delta an unimaginably threatening thing
Present and past dangerously tangled and curled
I’m overwhelmed in this nightmarish mutating world
Delta more dangerous than him, because its invisible
so even more unpredictable
My fear-white lips masked as I take the bin outside
Guilty, heart pounding, I scuttle out, then in, glassy eyed
Don’t get sick, don’t harm anyone
I should not breathe, nor should I be breathed on
Don’t speak, I scream, my tongue silent deep inside
(Even my own breath murdering my mind)
A twenty second itch in my throat, tickle in my nose
Chronic illness? The dust? Delta? I assess the risk ratios
“Get tested”, we’re told, “for even the slightest sniffle
even if you think it’s superficial
A stick up 40 000 runny noses a day and this outbreak may end
Join the testing queue or risk killing yourself or your friend”
The people I love I imagine disabled or death masked
Most never answer their phone, so cannot ask
Grieving, aching, I ruminate obsessively
I don’t want them to end up traumatised like me
Friends ridicule, say I’m fearful, not brave
Overlooking the overwhelming number of futures my soap-chapped hands are trying to save
“Stay still! Don’t move around”, we’re told, “to prevent the spread of this beast
Keep others at bay, stay inside, and this outbreak will cease”
Stuck on the four essential reasons to go out at all
Should I check the mail? Walk round the block? Terrified, I do bugger all
“Get vaccinated. Have the jab, and on Sunday, we’ll see where we’re at”
Slightly comforted, at least I’ve already done that
Then “Don’t go out”, we’re told, “BUT don’t shop online”
Running low on food, I’m far away from fine
My brain bleached stupid, my hands won’t work
The nausea is worse, my nervous tick now a jerk
And when I’ve done an online order (finally)
two days wait to find someone has panic-bought yoghurt and zucchini
Scanning the ABC reports, as the days blur together
Covid’s cycle seems to drag on forever
Post-lockdown and restrictions stretch past the weekend
as we wait for the latest 28-day infection period to end
And when it does, stained by my past, ‘freedom’ isn’t free for me
Still hunted, I’m scared to go out, a trauma-formed life refugee
Yet, I do go out when each lockdown is over
and, I’d like to point out, moreover
through smashing fear, I did take that bin out, helped others where I could, and ordered online
Why? I’m surviving this pandemic because I have a mooring line
A connection to someone who, steadfast, stays
steadying me through these most awful of days
An anchor.
Imagine how impossible my life would be if I did not have that.