The Lock-Down

The sun seems down with lethargy I thought so in deep sleep For it's still in the west And I am in the east Dreaming at noon A full moon And stars are away in their homes Looking like a pale florescence Of flowers shining But through the light of the brighter moon And the tide, endless tides of sea Plashing in and out of my home, Swimming over me And drifting me up and down As if to splash and churn her With an oar to row her safe home And I end up being in waste waters of an isle Though not far from my home And there are no friends, no games and no food Only palm trees that tower around are swaying And the mystic wind that goes by Does murmur in melody And sands are plenty and beautiful Yet seem not the floor of mine And everywhere is water, Water and water Panicked I opened my eyes And I saw bed tea turning cold with summer's sunrise And pouring out And the bedcover, one end Sliding down to floor toward bath room Another going half way up the hill And pillowcase removed, Flapping like a reptile on window sill And pyjama was nowhere round the waist Going up and up until on the crown set And one leg resting on heaven, Another in hell And it was well past noon