In a room alone,
In touch with the world
Yet curiously apart,
On a singles holiday,
Without leaving
The confines of home,
A staycation in the rawest
Most literal sense,
Here time marches forward
Without consideration,
Punctuated only by room service,
Provided selflessly
By beloved ones,
Being spoilt by their concern,
Soon one tires
Of banal media entertainment,
Switch off and just listen,
To the rhythm of the rain
Tap dancing on the roof,
The swish of tyres
Speeding over wet tarmac,
Voices drifting in
From the unobtainable outside,
Feel the novelty
Of being still
And simply breathing,
Isolation allows time,
Time to rediscover and reevaluate,
To reset the mind,
To miss the warmth and comfort
Of human contact,
And perhaps appreciate more
The ones you love.
Diane Scantlebury
