Trapped.
Isolation.
Living on a roof.
Water, water
everywhere,
this strange
pool of death.
Torrents of rain.
The heat of the sun.
Waiting.
A brown sea
on a brown land.
Flowing.
Debris.
Rising, ever rising,
and washing remorselessly
over everything
treasured till
all that’s left is
the struggle for
life itself.
Waiting.
Astonished by nature.
Why has it come to this?
Water, water everywhere,
but not a drop safe to drink.
Looking to the sky,
looking, and waiting for
the sound that
may never come.
5/3/2022