Forced inland, the Gulls fell out of sight,
weary boned and sucked into the night.
Forced back home to where we met our bounds,
Stitching hems and wishing thens were now-
we are where we are.
A thousand mirrors bouncing off the walls,
dragging heels and waiting for the call.
Sun spills gushing soft and out of bounds,
idle hands and empty stands resound-
we are where we are.
We've got each each other,
we've got each other-
and that's all we've got.
My Covid Choir - Lewys Bannon Holt, Leonie DuBarry-Gurr, David Dhonau, John Helps, Charlotte Laidet, Amy Latimer, Sian Magill, Siobhan Mazzei, Joe Morrell, Tom Morris, Mike Riley, Josef Weikert, Caroline Wilkes