We’re Parked in Cupboards
I took a chair to the window,
listened to the silence – it was
sharp and thin as mountain air.
And I have nowhere to go.
Our cars parked up in cupboards,
the trains are off their tracks,
planes downed by something
in the air. We’re all parked up.
I watched the middle tree
of three bending in the wind.
Next spring, I think I’ll crowd
the window boxes with colour.
for Red Wolf Poems #442 and Twiglet #200 © Misky 2020
The photo is by zibik on Unsplash
It's Still Life 
2 responses to “We’re Parked in Cupboards”
Lovely poem.
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I think many of us will be attempting more gardening, even if just in window boxes.
I still have a few late blooming/growing green peppers.
I’d do bulbs but the squirrels eat them.
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