POETRY FROM LOCKDOWN
Walking along the jetty I see her On the island arms akimbo watching angry at her solitude at the sea at the deep cuts in her soul at me for wasting time when I should be saving her and the rest of the world She doesn’t move Just watches Locked down Inside and out Left alone to daydream I want to wave But instead I stand wondering at her stillness her pain And as I get closer To where the landing bobs uncertainly in the water I realise she’s a sign Wooden and hard Unmoving A warning to those coming ashore To not start fires That can never be put out.