I spent these last month’s in a forced isolation
Learning another way to live
I didn’t really miss you all to tell the truth
It was a joy to walk in silence in nature
To hear the sound of birds singing
Or the bees humming
I didn’t miss your litter
Nor your drunken screams and shouts
At two in the morning
Leaving the pub or disco club
I didn’t miss the traffic jams
And impatient toots of horns
I didn’t miss your hissy fits
Nor your selfish behavior
Spring happened and for once
It felt like it must have done
Once, aeons ago under a pagan Sun
I tracked the Moon phases
From New to Full width
We walked full circle
She and I
Without humanity there
We communed in silence
Yet the message was clear
While you all were locked up in fear
We were without you
And your superficial needs
Strutting on your stages
Pretending to be something
When in reality
You ache inside
For something lost
And in that month or so
When you might have had it back
That thing you lost
You yearned for normal
Like some junky
Hooked on the meaningless
On social status and ideology
Because in the silence of the lockdown
The peace you yearn was there
The Crone died again
And the Maiden sprung full-formed
Under a wise old Moon
Who has seen it all before
So that it became a rhythmic bore
The turning of the endless cycle
Despite you