Bubbles

We all sit, or lie, or walk
in our own little space.
All four walls hug us tight
and keep us in our place.

Our workplace restaurants and bars
have all been rolled in one,
and now only closing curtains
indicate the day is done.

The world keeps its rotation;
what must be never stops,
like all the other jobs that can't
be done on tabletops.

Then every week (or day or so)
another conference with the press –
another day doomscrolling
through social unhappiness.

And so now if we were to tread
outside our little bubble
why then we'd surely all fall down
and then we'd be in trouble.