(Another lockdown poem)

The walls are curved

as you would expect.

The skin seems fragile

but is stronger than you think. 

It distorts.

Sounds are louder in here.

Time doesn’t exist

in the bubble.

Light comes in

Refracts

Distorts.

You talk aloud. 

It keeps you safe.

When you leave 

The bubble goes too.

Other people see

its glare

and avoid you. 

Some have their own. 

They bump

in supermarket aisles.