My Lockdown In lockdown, the music is blaring from the kitchen The same country songs playing, and a sense of déjà vu In lockdown, roses bloom in the garden Pink, red, and yellow petals falling to the ground only to get trampled on afterwards In lockdown, lavender hand soap lingers in the air Bubbles popping as they wash away the possibility of contamination In lockdown, fish and chips Friday is a usual As we sit down at the table to smother it with bright red ketchup In lockdown, the pigeons coo from their nests in the trees High above the worry of the virus, but not above the agility of the neighbour's cat In lockdown, life is organised but lonely None of the running along the school corridors to get to classes In lockdown, screens and desks and family is the new normal But I'm not sure that I like it that way