(Written during lockdown)
I see the white wall In the garden That I painted In the summer. I stare at it Each time we eat. In the white wall I see festivals Trips in the van Dancing in fields Picnics with family The sky as I go running And swims in the sea With the sun shining In the early morning. Daydreams happen In that white wall Just for seconds At a time. In between conversations About Elsa, Arna and Olaf Or chatter about our plans For the day ahead, Who we’re going to see Or what we have done. It’s my white square Of white wall That I see as I Daydream With you always Nearby Chirping away.