( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a table set for two people. The location seems to be outdoors, in an alley)
They tell me the dark night of the soul is over.
They are letting us out of our man-made caves.
We can mingle six feet apart.
Better than a poke in the eye with a wooden stick,
some would say, I’m not so sure.
The jury is still out.
I drag my small table outside into my sunny yard.
Laying placemats for two. I would later have lunch,
my companion will be one recalled from my mind,
an old friend that passed.
much safer than mingling six feet apart.
© Anita Dawes 2021