They say nolstagia
is akin to a journey back in time when things made sense where we knew our place in the world. . . Perhaps it's also when our lives can't get any more mundane that we lose our compass and our ground. . . The triumph of waking up to another groundhog day . 16 more hours in front of the screen. Blue light solace at my fingertips Work, exercise, shop, socialise, youtube Repeat. . . Choices. Are they freedom or dilemma? To stay in or go out? Solitude will always be served as the main dish. . . 6 feet apart. Eyes exposed but be sure to avert my gaze. My lungs laboured underneath the cotton covering of sweaty recycled breath. . . Oh, the yearning to be seen and heard! and touched! Overshadowed by the anxiety of ending up as a snapshot shamed and fined. . . A nation locked down but united in fear. Fighting the invisible war of numbers against the enemy crowned virus. . . Masked vigilantes armed with smartphone and app Incognito but bestowed with power to defend and protect. . . Stand in line for nasi lemak and bubble tea Essential recharge for our ammo A balm for the caged mind in this urban Disneyland . . In the silence of empty construction sites, a figure stooped in his neon green shirt . The sound of bristles on concrete. Broom in hand He looked up and smiled through his armour "I'm okay" his eyes spoke. He sweeps our dwellings while his brothers locked away their homes out of reach. . . So we march on, to a promised vaccined land where business is as usual An utopia with no distancing no violence no debts no sovereigns |
Daphne Chua
Registered Yoga Therapist, Somatic Movement Educator, Bodyworker, Yoga Teacher Trainer
December 2021
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