On Privilege

We are all ghosts now

We are all ghosts now
Pale shadows staring
at the empty street
Remembering when
We were free to be
in routine service
Commuting, working,
Dinner, telly, bed
Over and again
Not stuck at home here
With the ones we love
With time on our hands
To play, dream, create
Haunting our houses
For what feels like forever