Dedalus in the diaphane; Dalloway downtown:
This is the currency pols call walking around —
Consciousness afoot in freak-time,
The modern viral mariner’s rime.
So, thinking, along the extra sand
Piped in to make the beach expand,
How brilliantly we domesticate
Beaches and dogs… Impatiently we await
Our next trick: The all-clear! probe
Of the fatal microbe.
Bright mild sun and cloudless slate
And just enough wind to exhilarate
Make it a world well worth coming back to
After the coronal tide that terrifies you
Dissolves like the faintest reed
And our wildest fears recede.