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