Twelve Days of Lockdown 2.

Remnants

Nostalgic for everything,

even rubbish feels like excavated evidence

of the pastimes 

of a former civilisation

 

remnants of us waiting

or abandoned like one of those villages

flooded to make a reservoir.

 

We are being smoothed,

swirled, carded, caught up

despite ourselves.

 

As if we could control

what the elements shape

or resist making relics

out of our need to escape.

 

I responded to Colin Potsig’s photographs of his lockdown walks with poems inspired also by my own.

 

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