I am among the old and vulnerable
‘Testimony of the Untested’, a daily lockdown poetry series by Robert Alan Jamieson, who is in recovery from a corona-like virus. You can read his other works here.
The Government has issued information
relating to my current circumstance.
Therefore it must be carefully considered,
by a chap of what is now a certain vintage.
That I am quite old, I cannot
cut open, cracked and broken, confused, and blind
to some degree. What I thought I once knew
no longer holds. The world grows strange,
full of things I can’t be bothered learning,
like acronyms, or what Love Island is.
I forget my many passwords
But aren’t we all so vulnerable – say, to a plum stone lodged?
Regardless of our years, it takes no time to choke,
to slip beneath the wheel of that oncoming bus, or fall
and bash our heads as we exit the shower, half-awake.
Gone, out like a light, this *us*, this *we*, the *I*,
yet aren’t some still catching buses, eating plums,
I’m not convinced you’ve researched me,
the suffering endured, or so far dodged.
I fear, alone at home here, sick, that I remain
another small statistic you don’t know.
I do take care, and so should you.