I have just flown through a world of pestilence, over countries torn by COVID#19, ruined lives and devastating poverty... across the world to my country, the one I started my journey from.
Through the night- 13 hours flight from Doha, plucked off the plane in Melbourne by Border Force, papers filled out, questions checking to see if I was symptomatic... into Skybus( distancing always) mask stuck to the face and bandana hauled up over mask, latex gloves covering hands- no skin available here.
Into Novotel in the city, one at a time off the bus- border force guards/police lined our path up to the hotel doors and on the ground floor... no one was going to do a runner here! Paper bag of food handed over, service people taking us upstairs... more questions and paper... finally into the room.
Tired, cranky and tearful.... I am to spend my first two weeks in Oz, after two years away in a hotel room, with food deliveries three times a day- I ordered a burger, with hot crunchy fries... huge beef burger.... and I ate the lot!
Yoga will be my exercise- the twisting and the knotting of the body, contorting into comfort..... there is no other way to retain any level of fitness.... but the laziness takes its toll on the body.... I don't like the feeling but I prefer it to sickness....
It was such a hard journey and my best friend had to head off in the opposite direction - back to true pestilence governed by an inhumane beast.... I am worried for him... they wouldn't have him in Oz, as he wasn't a national....
How lives have been turned
and twisted
and changed
as we turn and twist
trying
thinking
what survival looks like
my life
my mind
my friends
me
Safety
The word slips off my tongue
and through my brain
constantly
Infection
I envisage
the rise of the zombies
attacking the healthy
dragging them down
leaping onto them
My mind runs away with me
but how would you know
if
you had touched
the wrong
thing.....
and it dragged you down..
Stay safely in your cocoons
my friends
Walk into your safety
cocooned in nature
and the woods
.....
and emerge on the other side.
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