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On Listening to First Watch - By King Creosote, Jon Hopkins

On days like this you want to go into a café

Just to sit there

Order a coffee too bitter

Hear the locals greet, hug and natter

Change clinging across the top

Sweet pastries filling the room up

Anything like normality you see

Consumed by busy days

Rather than a virus killing us

this way

With boarded up shops

And streets full of loss

For sharing a slice of cake

A possibility maybe months away

I listen to Jon Hopkins tracks

To take me back

To places which seem like home

For in the face of all this war

I’m struggling, I’m so alone

So I lie in my bed

Blanketing covers over my head

Fingers wrapped so tightly round tea

Hoping instead the earth and music

Will comfort me.