Pandemic Call Centre Musings

So much more happened through the windows than on the phones.

Waiting, waiting, waiting.

A flush of nerves.

Waiting.

Green, brown, sandy hills

Strata clouds

white fluff atop,

dark below.

A circle of sunshine

goldens the sand.

Closer, the sparse

vans pass.

Amber tractor bulb,

a beacon on speed.

Dog and dad amble.

Sun’s rays crawl

white patches glow.

Family and bouncy

dog dash through

the scene.

Heart plummets!

Lost screen!

Someone might call.

Nose itches,

brush with sleeve.

Yes, a call!

Help! Where’s my script?

Details captured

press submit.

Oops, too soon!

Mist veils azure sky and gold sun

Clouds mist clouds shades of white

Pale blue shimmers through

Shivvied by gusts or bellows

invisible, natural or spiritual

you choose.