Walking along the Thames
in Richmond, who would know
in other places in the world
people cannot go

for an evening walk when the light is like
silver on the water,
where their only thought is how to flee
famine, suffering, slaughter

the peace here seems so deep and still
you can kid yourself it stretches
around the globe and into space,
that a kindly deity watches

his calm creation and the souls
he fashioned as they roam
before the thought of a G&T
prompts them to head back home.

Tom Vaughan

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Tom Vaughan would be pleased to hear them.