An azure-blue sky
so bright, shining.
The sun set into it,
like a gem,
a glowing amber,
radiating heat,
radiating life.
And the bumblebees bumble by bushes
looking lost.
But this is what we think.
With our big societies,
rich civilisations, think.
A glimpse of a bright car
on the road
a van, flashing lights.
Oh no, I think.
Not again.
Not here.
Screeching suddenly, it stops.
Suited-up silhouettes sprinting.
A rush,
a deathly urgency.
Life is in slow motion
now even more so
like pressing ‘rewind’
on a remote with no batteries.
A person, on a stretcher
comes out.
The masks and gloves
slam doors
and all of it
is over.
As quickly as it began.
That’s life
or what remains of it
under quarantine.