CoVid 19 Poem introducing the Plenary of Sunway University ESAP Symposium August 15 2020 Sustainable Learning for a Safe Global Future: Lessons from Pushed Changes

1. Cyclonic thoughts during Covid corral :Day 66. Stephen J Hall
It’s day 66 and the devil did not do it.
Movement Control Order- now Conditional with a long list.
Crashing in on me are memories of caught, crashing no-exit walls of water and wind,
Comfort level nil and remembered casualties
Not Zoomed on screens of comfort couch-wallowing.
In’ 86 Solomon Islands housebound, then driving, driving rain,
Slopes slid, ships in streets,
My mind the screen of screaming aerial tin sheets
Coconut trees crashing, homes a flat plane of nothing, ufalla feelim.
Walls of corrugated water in front, behind, all around, hemmed in.
No water but too much mud, no power, nuting. Stop long haus.
The swollen surging enemy river, a bathing friend in the aftermath.
And now in the clear, air- con cocoon in our tropical, twenty- twenty Malaysia,
It’s vision 2020 of plastic- cocooned blue death, here then, suddenly there. Spiky unknown.
I inhale blue skies and peace in silence
while some see the blue of PPE not free to live, maybe a sad passing
The pulsing death of staccato ticker tape screen numbers.
Nature sweeps in ways we can but wonder
Oh Gaia seeking balance
Images remain cyclonic and Covid.
I breathe slow and thankful.
Somethings in the Air.Reflections on the Coronavirus. 2020. Our Glass Publishing. London.