Holding My Breath

A Poem by Lynn White

It looks as though the historians of today
have finally caught up
with their nineteenth century colleagues
and discovered
that fresh air is rather good
for treating
and preventing
infectious diseases..
Even politicians have noticed
and now have a new slogan
to promote
the discovery
in Britain.
Britannia rules

Not long now before they ‘discover’
that the isolation hospitals of history
were pretty cool in preventing cross infection
and might have saved one in five people
from Covid infections in England.
That’s the number acquired by hospital in-patients,
the number acquired by out-patients being unknown.
It seems that hospitals can be very dangerous places.
More dangerous
maybe than bars,
or cafes,
or schools,
or even crowded metros.
So I don’t expect to have to wait long
for this discovery.
Shall I hold my breath?
Maybe not,
no matter
how fresh
the air

Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Gyroscope Review and So It Goes. Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/

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