Something in the DNA



I would like to go swimming in
a meadow filled with bluebells,
an image for the day.

but for now
we’re all swimming against the tide
hoping that we don’t go under,
but hope is a peculiar fish
best served on a sunnier day.

If I could have my way
the bluebells would sway
as I splashed through the colour

I’m going to do it
strip right off and
dive into it,

we may have to clutch at straws
and such is life,
it doesn’t mean that we can’t
imagine
something better.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.