Mikaela Castledine #296 Everyone is away

Everyone is away

their homes are empty or minded

their cars are sitting idle

everyone is walking

catching buses

learning to uber

photos are rolling in

of cliffs of waterways 

of restaurants and

extended families

of art

We have embedded in our bnb

no longer is it possible to remember

how it was when we arrived

without our expanding suitcases

and the blossoming of toothbrushes in glass

who would have thought the sound of the sea

would become monotonous

an endless seethe

each busy day spins past rain sun cloud wind

We start thinking of home

where you go to process

all your travelling thoughts

but we have another week or more

so until then we fold them like receipts

inside the cover of a closed book

we haven’t yet had time to read