Draught Dodger
Firewall, I miss the pleasure of warmth,
you are my door to greater horizons
and these spaces in between need trimming.
Am aghast at how long it takes to come and see
me in Covid 19.
Coldness creates lack of life, is not my bread
of heaven. Touch me finely with your lack of
lustre, search to ensure my front door
has created, firmness. Lock me in, keep out the
coldness of draughts
Cresting my life, I go hither and yon,
now treat me with a breath of fresh air, signal
to me the meaning of life, with my common area
in mind. I have cried out my breath even
in these spaces.