I feel like I have shrunk

I feel like I have shrunk
Into a list of tasks
Perhaps in hibernation
If anyone asks

On retreat from the world
My voice is squeezed shut
By the hands at my throat
By the lockdown rut

And I don't speak often
Thinking of those with much less
I have everything for survival
and more, I must confess

There are moments of joy
When the kid goes dancing around
Round and round he goes
spending his energy abound

When AA & I
Are in step like synchronised dancers
(Though it doesn't take long
For us to morph into lancers)

We are doing fine
In our little post-apocalypse unit
Nourishing our bodies, our relationships
Keeping ourselves fighting fit

To celebrate another day
To create another day
When things become 'normal'
Or get in the normal way