Captive
in a windowless world.


CoVid times - 18

I drink 
your being 
in short sips.

We went down to the tree again;
the tree,  we called it the tree.
4 o clock we said; at the tree.
And we met at the tree.

Right by the river it was;
the tree. It was more than one tree;
it was a grove, it was a place.
It was a stranger without a face.

Once upon a time; daylight all the time; the Moon she shone so bright; all we knew was light. There was no night; there was no sleep; there were no lies, no lies in which to keep. It was long ago, so long we forgot, we forgot to remember we are living in a clock.