Isolated Together

I can’t quite swallow.
The joy trapped in my throat,
us at home, locked down.
Isolated.
together.

When once I prayed for this one thing,
which now I have.
Delightful.
A morsel I thought I’d never savour.
A jewel.
A gem.
A million blessings.
After eight weeks, I couldn’t be more wrapt.

When once the lock down lasted a year.
The sound of bullets echoling from the eves,
and bombs,
just no bugs,
locked down,
waiting
…
for the crazies to come over the fence.
Wishing I was home,
Curled up with you.
Well, here I am.
And I couldn’t be more content. 

Isolated. But with you. Surrounded by all
that could ever matter.
You and your love.
Your smiles and laughter.
The cries and the shouts.
The quizzical disasters of no more milk
or crisps for the Saturday night movie.

Isolated but full of love,
of known and treasured blessings.
Working from home. My guts out.
And your home school pushing us all, over
the edge.

But still, locked down in the best of quarters,
the most favourable of conditions,
the brightest of possibilities,
with no bullets or bombs
just love.
And thankfully,
no bugs.