There are ghosts
bouncing on our lockdown trampoline,
untroubled by social norms
or overhanging branches.
Welcome to my home office,
I am making amulets,
in virtual meetings,
looking up my own nose.
Good morning, blackbird,
you are wise today,
perched on the tweezers,
I am gazing steadfastly
over the reservoir.
I am following the Canadian airforce system.
Crying Noli me tangere, Reiki master!
for this is not love but orgami.
Tom Jenks is a writer/poet. He’s published a number of books and his poetry appears in many poetry magazines. His latest book is ‘A Long And Hard Night Troubled By Visions’.
Tom Jenks: https://www.zshboo.org