Far away sounds
Echo’s from the past
Watching footbal
Cheering people
The greens, the pitch
Not only silence
To find the green in the garden
To search for it
The stillness of faces
The wood of the coffins
Abandoned streets
We read, ‘closed signs’
Distance seems the only word
On everyone’s lips
In all are minds
When things will be better
Just like in the past
Like it was weeks ago
Life seemed so sunny
The sunlight embracing us all
Corona, the virus
What threatens us all
In the silence of our rooms we are
Close to death
Afraid for that cough
Am I next..
I wrote this at the time of the Corona crisis, the Covid19 pandemic in 2020.
