lockdown christmas isn’t out
and about, but in the windows
above, a present peeking out
from a tear in the wrapping
i scan the rite aid shelves
for things we may need
lockdown christmas
indeed, in the makeshift alleyway
of plastic nets
and rows of trees
and the bitter wind
don’t fight it
i can always find myself out to sea
on a night like this, if i like
my gaze is straight ahead
but everything else is free
to do as it please
Sunshine and Wind 