Lockdown Spring. A poem by Sue Steging

like a refugee
but I’m here at home
like a shipwrecked sailor
but I’m not alone
like a cloud that drifts
but I’m gone to ground
like I’m full of noise
but I make no sound

like life has no rhythm
the sun still streaks colour across the sky
like life’s lost its savour
blossoms share their scent as I pass them by
like it will never end
the moon’s face returns though it seems to die

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