Mirror Talk

Another bloody day in lockdown, and isolation
Another of visual, but non physical hosts
Nice people, floating around the ether
Like spectres, or very creative ghosts

I await these omnipresent visitors
As they appear on screen, in my room
Permanently reflecting, on my own reflection
Every time, i go onto zoom

So not only do i talk to the others
As my laptop lies upon a shelf
I find i'm having conversations
Whilst looking at myself

Although i do enjoy these zoom days
Doing poetry, art, and other stuff
But looking at myself for a two hour stint
Is really, much more, than enough!
by Jemia