The Tide Rolls In. A poem by Gill Chedgey

I watch the carrier ships
sail up the estuary.
Wondering if their cargo is contagion?
And the tide rolls in.

The birds fly innocently,
unaware of the turmoil,
Crows, magpies, pigeons and gulls.
Life goes on as normal for them.
And the tide rolls in.

The cloud domed sky
Encloses the earth
Whilst the sun and the moon
And the tide rolls in.

My lava thoughts erupt
from the volcano in my head.
Will this pernicious pestilence
Claim me?
Maim me?
Kill me?
Will the tide roll out?


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