Virus has been suppressed. Continued focus on containing sporadic outbreaks.
Following an increase in coronavirus (COVID-19) cases, local advice on travel and indoor gatherings between households has changed. The city is back in lockdown and after being reviewed it is decided that restrictions should remain in place, and will be reviewed again in 7 days.
These measures will not affect the re-opening of schools.
Peak Outside Peak outside, peek if you dare. Always one for a dare, I took a look. It looked ok. Safe. Sort of. I couldn't see anything out of place, although it felt like it could still be there. Anyway they said it was time. Virus suppressed. Under control. I like control. It makes me feel safe. So I joked about new shoes and off I went. Back to school. There was a warning sign on the door. I expected to push the door and find it locked, but it opened before me and I went in. Inside it was the same as before. Sort of. It felt grubby and stained. It was a bit dishevelled, like something which has been left in a hurry. Things were different. A black and yellow line marked the way. COVID -19: This way please. I wonder why we keep to the right. We have always kept to the left before. Maybe being on the right will be safer. Right. Was that one of the things that would make it all ok? The letter promised hand sanitiser, instead there is a line. 1000 people walk the line. People on the right. (Virus on the left?) Want to go back. Don't want to be here. Not ok. Not safe. Just a mess. Such a mess. No one knows what to do. I am confused. Everyone is confused. It is all lies. I don't want to lie Lies are bad. This is bad. It is all very bad. I smile and pretend it is not bad. I want to go home. I want to be safe. I want the strong arms around me. I take out the hand-gel he has given me Maybe two pumps will make this all go away Magic fairy dust. Antibacterial. I see my friends but I don't know if we are still friends. Everything feels wrong at 2 meters. Are we safe? Can we breathe? Yesterday we were not allowed out. I put my lunch in the fridge. Can I still do that? Is that ok? My emails shout at me. Is this safe? This isn't safe! What are you going to do? I don't know what to do, but I do it anyway. I spend a lot of time Soothing, reassuring, encouraging, sympathising, empathising, compromising. I. Don't. Believe. Me. Nothing is the same. I listen many times to how it is. A one way system. No PPE. No social distance for pupils. Don't touch their stuff. There is a 15 minute rule. Stick to the 2 meter rule too. Find the spray. Use the cloth. When do I teach? What do I teach? Does it matter? Stick to the line. Nothing is safe. You can't touch anything. You can't be near anyone. But I am here and they are here too. They want to know what to do. So I do it. I have to forget everything. Nothing makes sense. Nothing makes sense. I want to go home. I can go home soon. At home things make sense. The same. Certain. I don't want lies. Not more lies. No more not knowing I want to know. Pick a thing and stick to it. Don't change, please don't change. Be the same. I want something to be the same. Be my routine. Keep me safe. I go back. I have to go back. Again and again and again. I have to. People want things. People need me. They are part of the lie, part of the trick too. We are here together. What can we do? We can't run. We can't hide. We are together, whatever comes for us. Whoever brings it to us. I will try to keep them safe in the other ways. It is what I know. What I can do? Smile? It is all I can do as we navigate the sea of incompetence and indecision The mess of mistakes and jargon and lies the politics and the games which fly up the corridors and around the rooms. The lies don't follow the lines the don't stick to the black and yellow arrows which mark out the right way. They choose their own way making it up as they go along. What do I say today? Has it changed? Is it the same? I see the secrets lurking in the morning when I arrive They can't be revealed. "Too scary, knowing. Knowing will make it worse." Worse? How can it get any worse? This is bad. There is a peak outside. It looked ok. But I know it is not. And so do they. So do they all. But still, here I am, outside. I close my eyes. I shut them tight. I don't want to see. I don't want to peek at the peak. Any more. I pretend it is ok. Like them. That is what they want, after all.
I have shaped this as a poem although it is more of a free verse outpouring, searching in vain for something familiar to contain it. You can find other writing which is more poetic here or click to see who else is taking part in Brigit’s Erotic Poetry Challenge.