This poem was inspired by my return to the office this week, the first time in three months I had to use my swipe card, sit at my desk, say hi to whole people (and not just their head and shoulders). It was also the tail end of the school holidays.
The return Like seagulls returning to feed on calm waters, we are returning to the places we used to frequent. Pecking over the remains of what we discarded in a rapid uptake of self preservation. Once quiet streets are once more crowded with shopping bags and families in search of post lunch restrooms before they check timetables for their train home. My ears are full and my thoughts drowned out. I yearn for the silence as I return to the flock.