A seagull surfs under the blue slate sky
I struggle to paddle to the bathroom,
bare feet greet the stone floor, but
at least the coffee’s hot.
my dream was hot too and
could’ve have got me in trouble,
thanks to Boris though
I stayed safe in my bubble.
Our Father seems nearer today
the bells must have woken him too
but it’s Sunday and that’s what bells do.
© 2020, John Smallshaw.