Covid Departure Poem by RIC BASTASA

we cannot travel this
time so we stay put and
try to manage what is
available locally,

a trek on the mountain,
a visit of a far village,
a stroll on the beach,
a swim on the river,
a poem here perhaps,
or anything to scribble
and nibble.

i am alone on the shore,
calm sea this time, and
a shade from a tree,
and some blue cotton clouds
on the horizon, touching
the stretching waters,

a plane just landed on
the city airport,
sound is ceasing and
then back to silence,

the plane takes off again,
leaving for another city,
a metal shining against the sun
dissolving like a tennis
ball into the white skies.