I am worried!
About all the wrong things.
I am worried about stuff…
Like public toilets.
I had a dream last night
Is that the word?
Back to old wooden things
And the like
It was probably a metaphor.
I do not consider toilets,
To be my favourite public space
Although I recognise their importance
Still I worry
They are all idle now
Are they all congregating in the park without us
Is every toilet uprooted somehow
And heading for the gates
Is this the moment all public toilets abandon us
Is there mothership, even now
Collecting them from parks all over the world
I need to remain calm
I am also worried about men covered in white chalk
They appear at my window in my dreams
Can you even get white chalk?
Wouldn’t paint be better?
How much chalk do you need to cover yourself?
I tell myself I will not google white chalk.
Just in case there’s an image of a man,
Covered, and I cannot unsee it
Lockdown isn’t easy
And finally bears
I have always been worried by bears
I am concerned they are now going to start roaming free
Perhaps they have come here on the planes from Berlin
Which I am sure has bears
Perhaps they are on the tube as I write this
It hits me like a ton of
I have landed in the middle classes
Where these are the sum total of my concerns
Somewhere out there is horror and poverty and bravery
While I play Lolly Willowes
In pyjamas as if I can’t dress myself
I want to be useful
But I don’t know how
I am scared
Yoga keeps me calm
But I can’t help thinking
Shouldn’t this be a time for quiet
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