I was spinning out of control

Staring out of the window

Like you, forced to face myself

As the walls were closing in

This was how it started

I knew from experience

That if I was left alone

With just my thoughts, about me, for me, by me

I would go mad

I switched on the Facebook live

Sans lipstick, sans ideas, almost sans clothes

And started to talk

For five minutes!

I was so proud!

Oddly, People appeared

Solitary confinement will do that to you I guessed,

Corona live poetry was Birthed a few days later

Left Coast lesbian lunch was added,

Then as a warning:

Crying in bed with Fiona –

Because I cried at unexpected moments

The Fionians were named Sometime later

We weathered the Facebook Frauds and critics

Some faithfuls made it to Provincetown

We ate fish and ran around the town

Shouting: “Come see the very British lesbian!

I had a crew!

And in it all, The

universe had snuck up on me –

The Lone Ranger had found a kinder, better way to be.

Thank you to the Fionians!!!