Precis

My life can’t be what it was, but it can be better,

As I pick up the pieces of our abandoned life

Cautiously I move forward on a precarious path

As I engage to enrich our lives

For I have too little time left to tread water.

I want to dance, hear life music and be transported at the theatre

I want to meet my fellow walkers without the Coronavirus two step

I need to be there in family illness or crisis

I will be able to hold a lifelong friend who is dying

I can’t wait for the cacophony and confusion that is a family party

I long to wake up in our tent on a Scottish Island, despite the midges

And delight in the company of challenging people

I can dress up, slap on the make up and go to a favourite restaurant

My mouth waters at the prospect of sharing my newly baked bread

I need to touch, to embrace to kiss

This is my life.