different windows
the movement of the sun
around confinement

house arrest
the plague runner
enters our breath

friendly cat
its owners become
the front line

street applause
we recognise our heroes
are nurses under fire

birthday cards
in their protective casing
the evening shudders

blinkered sun
two metres translated
in wrong numbers

nightzoning
streetlights pick out
the sputum

Easter Quarantine
the daylight sparkles across
yet another nail

Easter Sunday
I fill another hollow
with antiseptic

Easter Internment
moonlight carries a warning
across my backyard

new day rising—
I spread the butter
and talk to my egg

Alan Summers