It is
supply and demand, and
the chain,
all the way
to the Suez Canal
and back again,
or not,
depending on hope ever being
green again.
There is a
shortage in raw materials
but not puns
or irony: all those
rosy-cheeked lockdown smiles
lost in their
fairy-tale diminishing,
or not. A nation that needs to
deal with things
also needs the
alchemy of familiars,
that fishing or
pissing in gardens
like the sound of normalcy
of a night outside.
Seating is depleted
too – nowhere new to sit as we
watch and wait
for the blockages and
virus to subside, turn diminution
into the magical.
Mike Ferguson
(‘Garden gnomes and other outdoor furniture are running out due to supply chain issues and the popularity of garden centres in the UK during lockdown.’ Guardian 16.4.21)