Fitting, in side

The normals in the
pound shop
hedge their bets with
masks over
mouths and
noses out, sniffing
the air for signs that
the virus has gone

True protection
the kind that satisfies
comes from
plastics and sugar
the bright colours of
diabetic and sweat-shop delights
distracting
until the world is put right
by discussions online

Sunday Market

We looked into the window but the figure didn’t respond. Swathed in the most expensive of that season’s goods, it looked blankly to entice a materialistic world to enter the shrine and make offerings for the religion of credit. Nothing to do but to purchase. Besides, even the churches charged entry on a Sunday, now that God was just a figure selling entry to a tourist attraction.

Christmas decoration

Amidst everyone and
the chatter and charge of
Happy Christmas
He, alone in the crowd
thinks
quietly so as not to disturb
or let loose the reflections that others could see

And when it comes
down to brass tacks
the facts having been laid bare, or
at least
presumed for another year
He smiles
of the happiness ahead
and of its when, and where