Distraught on the rugged, stony cliff,
she watched the surf spilling onto rocks.
The sussurating sea, a rolling reminder to
her of Autumn winds and whirling leaves.
The mizzling mist came heavily, hugging,
and wrapping her with a welcome refuge
shushing the hustling agitation in her haven,
til eased, soothed, safe on her own island.
Viruses and violation and vague politicians,
hours that hurtled her into an aching abyss
of undone work, deadlines, unwritten lines,
statutory isolation, tedium and tension.
For now, though,
amidst the sweet sounds of
children laughing and
the steady murmur of the sea.