Time Is Looking Up Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Time is looking up

Today, for the first time in months
the restaurant was opening, and we had a proper
meal served
by the real waiter, although they were obliged
to use masks.
good food on a big table not too man people around
we had a wonderful time with a glass of red wine.
On Sunday the beaches were full and no one respected
the distance of two-meter,
I wasn´t there I dislike walking on sand and the voices
of young people reminded me of times gone by,
and of course. I do not tolerate sunlight after skin cancer.
But it was pleasing to get hot food, and not too something
served in boxes and left outside, warmed in the micro
still smelling of paper boxes.