Pleasing as pebbles

Pleasing as pebbles 

I’ve spent my days, long months of days 
when they were shapeless, stretched ahead 
no diaried dates nor outings scheduled 
actually proscribed 
and so instead the cricket matches
rolled, re-rolled, thwack of leather/ willow 
while Mikey’s mellow marvellous 
round and smooth, Jamaican tones
lilted like music, reggae beat. 

Or just as luscious here’s a poet in a shed
guests diverse with expertise and passions, various 
musician, poet, judge, a naturalist fanatical 
and him, the poet laureate 
musing on owl and nightingale 
setting the tone
not news, not graphs/ statistics, not all-pervading panic 
nor of course a panacea 
but still, like pause upon a bench 
in wisteria’s lime-bright shade 
mellow and marvellous, round and smooth 
pleasing as pebbles, the swoosh of the sea
a boon and a pleasure, perfect for me. 

26th June 2020 Hounoux