Logistics, when in quarantine. A new
Impediment. When shopping trips were rationed
And nerve-wracking, if I had to, I knew
I could go out, if heeding the impassioned
Pleas to stay two metres spaced, to sanitize,
If I’d run out of something quite essential
(Eggs, pasta, Haribo). Now it’s unwise
To be anything more than residential.
So now I scour the online shopping sites.
I’m getting good. I’ve ordered veg and meat.
With people who’ll deliver them. I might
Not find our usuals. Nonetheless, we’ll eat.
We shall adapt. We’re endlessly elastic.
(Please, can somebody send us some Tangfastics?)
Tom Juniper Poetry 