Dawn arrives from the east 
tomorrow at dawn
All the streets of this city
gleam as does the  rich countryside
there are few here 
in this fresh air who
 see, cars once again 
ferrying the solo owners to work. 

As I  walk,
 my thoughts splash around my brain fruitlessly seeking coalescence            without a modicum of sense
I identify a common malady
it is sadness.

I do not look at anything outside of my purview
and, anyway, t
he aeroplanes are still  grounded
though the oceans are busy
All around the graveyard I see 
clumps of church-ivy  
welcoming me home.