They’re telling us we can have “bubbles”, now.
Bubbles are fun, but fragile. First they’re there
Beautiful rainbows, floating in the air.
And then they’re gone. And you’re wondering why
Something that was so lovely had to die
In soapy droplets. It seems so unfair.
But these bubbles are different. You can share
Your space, yourself. Kiss loneliness goodbye,
Create a small enclosure just for two
And touch somebody else’s skin, at last.
(Though, when you touch a bubble, it might burst,)
Extended loneliness is bad for you.
Is this long overdue? Is it too fast?
Covid-19 or loneliness: what’s worse?
Tom Juniper Poetry 