Robin Ford, May 2020

Boats swung around their moorings as they lay,
Responding to the lightest of light breezes.
Enchanted we had stopped in Woodford Bay
And watched their dance, a sight that always pleases.
So calm, but when we walked back to the car
And passed another walker we would wave
Or say g’day, but do so from afar.
(The more we squash the curve the more we save.)
This distancing remains our best defence
So we must keep completely out of range
Of droplet-riding viruses, and hence,
Together make the needed social change.
Ephemeral the beauty that surrounds us;
Momentous is the change that now confounds us.