Sonnet 246. High-five. April 2021 in Hong Kong.
Staycation! April’s optimism breeds
A glory bush in spring rain, in Sai Kung.
While most of us reluctantly accede
To less from life, we relish being sprung
From too much time indoors, and too much air
Inhaled through cotton, polypropylene,
And polyester. I’ve had time to care
What’s in the masks I’ve worn through quarantine.
But now the vaccinations have arrived,
With forms filled out for use of restaurants,
Our elbow-knocking ceases, with high-fives
White ghosts re-greet night’s ghouls at opened haunts.
While at High Island Reservoir, East Dam,
Volcanic columns warp within the land.
Lockdown Sonnet Twenty-eight.
Andrew Barker.
6 сен 2022
