Elise Skidmore

In these tarnished weeks of quarantine,
when everything seems bleak
and every day is the same as the day before,
I dream of vacations past,
where exotic birds joined me for breakfast
and flowers were everywhere,
exhaling their fragrance for my pleasure.
I see the azure ocean
crashing against volcanic rock
as the sunset kisses the water,
and think if I have to be quarantined,
why couldn't it be in paradise?

~Elise Skidmore ©2020