This is Now

My home is my castle.
The drawbridge is drawn up,
the portcullis is let down securely,
the windows are shuttered,
the doors secured,
all curtains drawn.
This to banish the enemy from entering:
evil yellow smoke hovers,
trying to find any opening around.
I climbed on to the ramparts
to view the surroundings,
and slammed into heat,
a solid wall of discomfort,
making me rear back
into the cool seclusion of the inside.
And then there is the third threat,
the virus lurking everywhere,
waiting,just waiting,
to find me, us, everyone,
waiting for us to let down our guard,
letting down our masks.

My home is my castle.
I am not the princess,
oh, no,
I am a prisoner
in these four walls,
for who knows how long.

From time to time,
in the cool of the evening,
I stand on the balcony,
like Rapunzel
letting my hair down,
virtually,
to send poems of hope,
hope for deliverance
from this travail,
to the land sleeping below.
My home is my castle.
I may be confined within walls,
but my heart is free.

This is now, now is all there is.