The semi-enforced offline time has been productive in a fragmentary kind of way. Isn't it just amazing how much effort can go into just a few words, and even then be not quite right?



She cries at night


When the darkness closes in,
solitude creeps. She is alone
with her mind.
Consequences haunt.
Actions, reactions, time
untold
unfold
in the cotton creases of
a childhood dream.