Who is with me while I walk, 

Which feels rebellious

Or, not quite that, but

Dangerous. 

As we are now unsure

If what we do, 

A simple act of walking

Is allowed. 

But while we agonised

And stood apart

And stayed alone and masked

And watched the clear blue skies

And heard the birdsong, 

Life went on. 

And greenery has claimed the barren earth

And flying insects flit

Among the dancing stems

And in thee water alien creatures

Metamorphose undisturbed

By net or plastic tub, 

And everywhere is full of life

And verdant

In this lost words world

Which I have found once more. 

And me, and my walking partner, 

2 metres behind me, 

Find that life

Is beautiful.