Pressed (moment) before

a poem traversing the pandemic as we went in and out of lockdown, written in several parts. October 2020, London.

1.     On reality

sink into it

let it float in the air

veritas:

this is happening

still

and to answer your question, no … not for a long (but relatively brief) time

stretching like an eternity

as long as it takes

we get there when we get there

            I’ll turn this car around

            But time doesn’t work that way we hurtle forward

            thtck thtck …