Lockdown

How many dawns
           how many bridges
draped in mist
           how many gulls
gliding namelessly
           through the air
how many thoughts
           and hopes
and expectations
           as the sun rises
into a panoramic
           crimson sky

Soon cinematic streets
           will fill with purpose
the bustle of daily life
           the wheeling and dealing
of commerce and work
           as across London Bridge
a speechless caravan
           of souls drifts towards
offices set in towering
           structures
of steel and glass
           and from their windows
the idly occupied will gaze
           down into the streets
and dream of love
           as the hours leak away
How many dawns
           how many bridges

John Lyons