I wrote this poem on the night the first lockdown was announced. I am self employed and had lost all my work in the space of two hours the week beforehand. I knew then that the world had changed. I was so angry; humanity still didn't seem to understand (or didn't want to understand) what its inhumanity was doing to the planet. Suddenly forbidden to meet friends, sit on a park bench, stroll along the Thames - even to see and kiss my own Mum - it was as if the only power I had left was poetry. Now, over a year later, I still have no work and the streets are filled with masks, gloves and sanitised wipes - the new litter of the new normal. And we still aren't listening to the earth.