Guernsey is in the process of moving out of lockdown into phased recovery but, whilst this will be welcome news to many, my own feeling is something approaching sadness that the the sense of tranquility, a consequence of an enforced slowing down of the pace of daily life, may be lost forever.
LOCKDOWN ENDS
White jet-trails spoil the childhood-perfect sky
and those vague trails of vapour break the spell
that held us for a while, suspended, safe,
and drag me from my sanctuary shell.
Now, once again, I heed the traffic noise,
commuters vying for some meagre space
in tailback queues.
The tranquil days have gone,
the lockdown days, those precious days of grace.
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