Somewhere… 

By Dawn Van Win

 

There is a terrace

Beside the sea

That gently laps

The soft warm sand

Beneath my feet

That slowly tread

A well-worn

Path

 

Along the shore

‘Neath cobalt skies

Where soaring gulls

Express their cries

Of airborne bliss

Untethered from 

Life such as this

 

Where shut away

From day to day

Through fear and dread 

Of Covid spread

By one and all

We do not know 

So keep our distance

Try to show

Some reverence 

for saving space 

Whilst wearing masks 

upon our face

 

Then shuffle through 

Dark winter’s gloom

Whilst meeting loved ones

Over zoom

I sit and ponder 

days gone by

And look out at 

the stormy skies

The clouds above us

Briefly part

I feel the sun

And in my heart

I know

 

There is a terrace

Beside the sea

That gently laps

The soft warm sand

Beneath my feet

That slowly tread

A well-worn

Path

Copyright Dawn Van Win