Staycation
Lounge by the pool.
Mystery novel, glass of
cold sauvignon blanc
on the table.
Elongated banana leaves
wave in the breeze.
Wispy white clouds drift
in powder blue sky.
Colorful, talkative songbirds
flit from tree to tree.
Hummingbirds buzz the feeder.
Grape and honeysuckle vines
extend their tendrils
along the fence and arbor.
Imagine the sound
of lapping waves,
roaring surf,
just beyond the yard.
Ignore the sound of
the neighbor’s Weed Eater.
Imagine hearing melodious
languages, not American English.
Ignore the barking of the
Labrador puppy next door.
Caribbean island paradise.
Secluded oasis on the Mexican coast.
Monastic hideaway in Southern France.
View of the Tasman sea.
All the places I’m not allowed to go.
I love the last line of your introduction! And this poem is filled with longing – hard to find our muse in these pandemic times…