The old photographs
Do not wish to be opened
I Skype my son
Who I usually visit during this trip
He points me in the direction
Of a software update
Unfortunately, on this occasion
His guidance was unsuccessful
I did though post an image
Of him with his girlfriend
Walking beside the river
Appearing to be at one with the world
I then had to Zoom
Yes, our monthly Arts get together
Where I showed a piece of writing
About Munch, by Knausgaard
Life in person is different
To being alive behind a screen
Yet our Arts group did come to life
Through the wonder of wi-fi internet
