The Conversational Touch – Written Wednesday 8th April 2020 (Aged 45)

The Conversational Touch

the roads are empty
traffic has thinned out
i drive to work,
no chaos about
people look,
why am i in my car?
is this an essential journey?
am i going far?
i leave my town
pick out my route
i feel every detail of the weather
i feel the clouds
as they hang about
people in cars
do not rush
i wonder if this isolation
means we lose conversational touch
suddenly we see wide empty space
and the freedom we expect
does not arrive
and i am reminded that we are social beings
without contact, it is a lonely hold
the roads are empty
and the traffic light
the nod to stop and and go
oh my, i am the strangest new world
and it all feels too close




James Garratt – Wednesday 8th April 2020


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 https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/2020/01/08/the-boy-behind-the-glasses-an-introduction/ 


More poems from 2020 here
 https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/category/poems-and-writing-2020/

I am a 40 something sometime writer. I live in the South West of the UK but originally I am from Essex.

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