THE ISOLATION DIARIES – PART FIVE

RENNIE STREET

We’re walking the streets of Coburg near my house

It was so quiet you’d think our phones were off

Taking images of 1950s houses with curved retro brickwork – putting them in frames, capturing time.

And I feel like the curve

Staggering on bitumen, I feel more appeased with the cracks than the lines

Everywhere I look professes “do not touch”,

containing me and I feel the pressure, like a lid sealing me in Tupperware.

But that curve, it transcends form.

I want to burst out of this new norm like the curvature

Emancipate myself of this frame

Dance across the bitumen here on Rennie Street

I am holding the door open for somebody in my dreams

Touching the hand of a stranger

Not captured, but moving, in time.