Nostalgia

Locked up in lockdown
Our cell door might now be ajar
But not yet free to roam
Our mind rewinds
With wistful affection
To those visions of freedom

Forget the masks, the handwashing
The two-metre pirouette
Sidling past as we perambulate
Kissing and hugging taboo
Zooming and Skypeing
Facebook, but never really face to face

Nostalgia is not just
For days long gone
And childhood memories
But for four months ago
When movement incurred no sanctions
Nor deeds require a licence

Ken Fisher