Remote in a Cumbrian village,
removed and adrift as instructed,
I have become a modern Major Tom,
floating with the tins and toilet rolls,
bouncing off the ceiling, walls and floor.
Behind glass, I message Planet Earth,
well placed for views in virtual space,
sitting in a semi, playing spot the Herdwick,
clapping frontline health service warriors
and other admirable key role heroes.
Redacted bodily from the daily pages,
features airbrushed out of the foreground,
I fade from the centre, become a bystander,
hours filled with pills and hand sanitiser,
thermometers and mailshot clickbait.
Feeling detached, isolated, lonely,
mind blown on this side of the veil,
I am a solitary starman on the edge of it all;
Planet Earth is still blue, dear David,
but it’s awfully quiet these days.
Published in Pendemic March 30th 2020
Picture credit: adapted from an original by Ktklin on wikcommons