Faintly familiar

It’s pissing it down in
it was a year ago,

this light is good for artists
but what use is it to me
it is
so bloody grey
I can’t see the day
in front of me.

Channeling my energy
and the channel turns into a sea
and the sea shifts into an ocean
which in turn is channeling me.

As an afterthought
when your thinking is
caught in that space between
your mind and your mouth,

stay at home
all roads lead to
do not roam.

keep safe.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.