‘Working at home’
One wonders
how sharp is his intellect
in a dressing gown?
How clear are his thoughts
when colleagues connect
just by Skype or Zoom?
Missing the dimension of touch,
the spark of random conversation,
only cognition remains to play in black and white
on the screen of his mind.
The plant on his desk
Is dead. Before he left
for weeks in lockdown
he was urged, ‘Remember
to reach out to your friends.’
He didn’t, but It did, flayling,
as it drowned in conditioned air,
an octopus on dry land,
but the Samaritans
were also working at home
and none passed by.
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