Morning meditation

Five o’clock wakenings to birdsong
and the slow scratch of lizards behind glass.
Sunlight filters through slatted blinds
calling cats from sleep;
Whilst the first coffee of the day
Steams gently as it pours.

Tell me a lie about the sea

‪The sea whispers quietly, enticingly‬
‪Slipping over sands to caress my toes‬
‪I will be gentle, it sighs‬
‪Winding round my legs like a cat‬
‪Come; explore my hidden depths‬
‪Discover the secrets I hide‬
It cries
‪As its  current pulls me ‬
‪further from the  shore‬
‪I will rock you in my arms‬
‪And keep you safe‬

In the undertow

seeking a new normal

 Last week normality ceased as the broadcast came
 and doors shut on faces we greeted every morning. 
Now we move through days as if underwater;
along quiet corridors, where small shoals of children ebb and flow;
weaving their way from space to space on parallel paths; pulled by invisible currents away from the solid anchorage of familiarity.
 Hours seem longer and direction rudderless,
 as we tread water and drift with the tide 
to a place in time where a new normal can be found.