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The Upside of Lockdown

I stood on a shore
My eyes closed, I listened -
The waves - the eternal gentle roar
And rhythmic breaking splatter of pebbled
Withdrawal.
Curlews, oyster catchers, godwits
Turnstones and plovers
Called, probed, waded, playing with
The tide, with the rocks – in and out,
Rhythm and Peace.

I sat by a stream,
My eyes closed, I listened –
The tippling, rippling, flustering flow
Talked of a journey -
 From spring to estuary,
Of rocks and pools of peace.
Peace.

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