Weeks of rain,
frequent storms;
humid some days,
others cool. When
will summer happen?
We tread warily,
most of us masked
even in the street.
Sanitise, check in/out,
keep your distance.
Best friends chat
on facebook, Messenger,
email, SMS text –
jokes and pictures
instead of actual hugs.
Somewhere else
they’re having heatwaves.
Everywhere else
they’re having COVID.
The whole world complains.
But the islands of Tonga
have no COVID – only
a volcano and a tsunami!
Infected rescuers turn back.
There’s enough trouble.
In a pause between showers
I watch a butterfly, just one,
dipping and rising –
black-and-white against
yellow blooms and red.
Photo: Arjun M J at Unsplash..
A gogyoshi sequence written in response to Friday Writings #11 at Poets and Storytellers United. We were invited to be inspired by the phrase, 'feast or famine'. There's a lot of that about! (Both extremes.) I've written from an Australian perspective, where it is officially summer. Different parts of the country are experiencing different weathers – and then there's Omicron. As for our South Pacific neighbours.... I don't think anyone's having the summer they'd like.
