“Chronicle these strange times”

The world outside

filters in through

the square of my balcony,

flashes by on

the rectangle of my screen,

pops up in

the oblong of my Whatsapp messages.

“What will you remember of this?”

The sting of sanitizer

Heads talking over each other

Sweat beads collecting on my upper lip

A gallery filled with screenshots

The terror of time loops.

“You’re living through a historical moment”

The sun rises and sets, waves churn, birds chirp,

a politician is dethroned, an injustice tweeted about,

an assembly dispersed, a lullaby sung, and a dream forgotten.