hard against my garage door
wind finds cracks
around windows and doors
screeching it’s successful entry
on days like this
I feel most alone
and strangely
most at peace
clouds are whipped
across a duck egg sky
and the sun peeks now and then
to ensure the land remains
refreshed and clean
on days like this
I feel most alone
and strangely
most at peace.
my thoughts travel
on seaside fragrance
to familiar and sometimes fantastic places
as around me
summer continues
on days like this
I feel most alone
and finally
most at peace
Poetry is my aeroplane 