“Come and play” the soft voice whispers in my ear,
And I open my eyes to see who is there.
“Come and play” it whispers again
As I rub and stretch the sleep from my skin.
“It’s nice out here. Come and see.”
But I ignore the words and drink my tea.
“Please come and play. I’m lonely and bored.”
Instead I read the news and leave the voice ignored.
“Won’t you at least look outside?”
I glance at the pile of dishes needing to be washed and dried.
“Isn’t the sky looking especially blue?”
It does remind me of the waters of Corfu.
Maybe I’ll step outside for a moment, or two
Feel the sun on my face, let the breeze set my hair askew.
But then, perhaps, a drive might be nice
Go somewhere new, let fate roll the dice.
“Come and play” the sky whispered in my ear,
So I packed my bags. Au revoir, my dear.