11.04.2020

I rise in the dark

dress quickly and fly

before dawn gives the game

away

Paper barking morn

birds twitter the real news

lady of the lake

lapping me

siren song on the

wind playing with my hair

woman's best friend

in the crook of my leg

my heart

the sun warms up to play

not another soul in sight

eversweet sun up

this morning routine

dashing dark

knighting the way

home before the world starts grumbling

numbers tumbling

people stumbling through

these isolation blues

Beauty and the brief

peace

I fold in carefully

before Sunday steals

another week.

Poem and pic c. Kerrie Basha 2020