A Rustle of Paper

  Covid Reflections I am lucky. I’m not a supermarket worker. I don’t drive a delivery van Or a bus Or a train. I don’t work 12 hour shifts With inadequate PPE on A&E or ITU or in a care home I’m not old Or ill Or immunocompromised. I’ve not stared into terrified eyes And whispered final farewells via WhatsApp. I’ve lost no loved ones Or grieved at scaled back funerals. So I am lucky. I know I am lucky. I am lucky to have children And a granddaughter To miss for weeks And then months. I am lucky to have friends To eventually meet outside But not to hug. I am lucky to be jabbed Three times now Tho I’m still not immune. I am lucky that the pubs are open again And the restaurants And the shops And the hairdressers Tho I still don’t go. I am lucky to have government figures So easy to view. I used to make my own graphs Of the cases And the deaths Till the numbers got so big That the lines shot off right o