I hear the waves crashing
as they swell rise and fall
crushing the sand ever finer
as they cleanse my very core

for the water is healing
soothing my angst
for those crushed by
a pandemic so black

as the numbers rise
I wonder at our demise
self isolation a solution
it will cease all pollution

quality lone time a blessing
so we must stop obsessing
about matters that mean squat
once we’re buried to rot

wiser to calm down
barn’s burnt down
now I can see the moon
you can too it’s a rune

d’Verse, Mish+ Marie from Create Space, sea
“Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon.”
photo is the ocean from my door this morning
this isolation period means I will share this view in it’s many moods