BREATHING IN

In a car park
Waiting for a bloke
Watching all the people
In and with masks
With no mask but gloved
Standing in the rain
Drinking take away coffee
Just because we now can.

In a random concrete space
Just sitting in my van
With the window open
Breathing in sweet, clear air
Waiting for a dude I useta know
He’s late but I wait
patiently in my van
Breathing slowly in and out

Will I ever think of breath the same way?
Will I ever burn my nostrils with Spanish air?
Or chill them in the northern climes
Stillness is in many forms, formed of breath
I breathe slowly in thinking of breaths taken
The lottery of COVID-19 spreading,
Will it touch me, dispersing in my lungs
Or will I get a free?