Day 14/30 - Stillness

Back in the good old days When we could still go here and there, I used to be a bit restless. Until a year ago, And then for a while, Every day was a day the Earth stood still. My life, like so many others Turned inwards. And I realised, In the stillness, It’s still beautiful, It’s still poetic, It’s still life. And it goes on.