Lockdown Walking Blues Poem by Alan Sandham

Not knowing that I am (or am not) immune,
I just endure lockdown's simulated Sunday Afternoon,
Hoping only for its end
As boredom makes a friend
Of grinding, normal, Monday mornings.

I take my sole permitted lockdown walk,
Meet a neighbour, gladly talk,
A moment of relief from incessant warnings.

Friendship's not a cure,
But of this I can be sure,
It will be that which gets us through,
Not the fierce self-serving few
Piling through the patient queue
In the rain, under supermarkets insufficient awnings.