We’re nearly there.
Where!
There!
But where is there?
There is nowhere,
nowhere called there.
But there it is,
that place called there.
But now we’re hear,
it’s no longer there.
A short poem inspired by walking the boardwalk as the COVID 19 virus fear takes hold.
Tranquillity emanates from the glow of the ocean. The distant hum of traffic provides the comfort of knowing I am not alone on this planet
Why has this happiness intruded my space?I didn’t ask for its warmth, its pleasure, its grace.My true satisfaction comes from only one thing.A deep depression
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