Social Distancingย ย 
March 2020

A lone kayaker skims through
smooth waters of Belfast Lough.
Yellow legged gulls
circle his blue craft,
their cries echo along the strand.

I want to believe these streams
of late morning sun
will purify the sea breeze.

Cupped in my palm,
I jingle green sea glass,

ready to cast the dice.



Tim Dwyerโ€™s chapbook is Smithy Of Our Longings. His poems have appeared in Cyphers, Orbis, Poetry Ireland Review, Southword and The Stinging Fly among other journals. He retired as a psychologist from a womenโ€™s maximum-security prison in New York and now lives in County Down.