Lockdown



we cracked beneath the pressure
encircled only by ourselves
touching plants
faces towards the sun

some counted days
holding time like a lover lost
unable to release memories
of something that 
was not

others rested
drunken with nothingness
grieving 
the shape of a world
through their fingers
slipping

but the winds blew clouds
and 
we heard birds
just
being

families were together 
breathing
their prayers
alive 

this was not how
we planned it to be

or perhaps
the great wheel turned
right on time
crushing us down
to the ghosts of
our ancestors