Two hundred plus days-

Melbourne has been separated.

Two hundred plus days.

Over half a year-


to be reunited.

Over half a year-

Saint Paul’s cathedral bells-

have sung a lonesome hymm-

Echoing empty streets.

Under the clocks of Flinders Street Station-

a shadowless shell of what was.

Two-hundred plus days-

Unable to hug our friends and family-

to comfort them-

To comfort us.

Two-hundred plus days-

and counting-

always counting.

We are suffering.



Sleepy shadows slither silently slow.

Through thundering tunnels-

an alienating atmosphere-

aggressively alone.

Hollowed hearts hide haphazardly.

Fear follows fractured faces.

Longing. Lonely. Lost liabilities.

Problems profound.

Searching souls, startle simplicity.

Revolutions ruthlessly rile rigid raigems.

Cultivating change.