Stitch This

Porridge tastes better in the dawn

As water drips off my wetsuit 

a chorus of chatter, of laughs and faint screams 

and make mine a chocolate and don’t hold the cream.

the sun slowly lighting us up as it lifts 

and time is so precious 

So relish the gift 

and soon we’ll return to real life – The rat race 

But this is my bubble

A bright shiny place.