Here, virtually uninhabited,
public park in which few of the public.
Sunny morning, but folk not out in it.
Space, grass, trees, clean fresh air. Me, I love it.
Now, this afternoon, the path alongside.
I feel the sunshine, whilst also shaded.
The odd person, but most have stayed inside.
That blue sky wonderful. Has not faded.
The dogs’ walks providing, for me, relief.
My soul can contemplate what is, in peace.
And while my presence outside is discrete,
I’m one of the few prisoners released.
To wander through park and path in these times.
As far as I am concerned, they’re gold mines.