For a month now
My computer has autocorrected
Everything I write
Into french
I never made it across the border but it has
Mysteriously
How an inanimate object
Turned French
When it was meant to be me
Perhaps I’ll never know
I can feel escape calling
This home
So solid and secure
So reliable and loving
I will never forget
Yesterday I went into the van
To find something, I think
I stooped in her low-roofed belly,
A sob caught in my throat
And I said
One day we will hit the road together
Gertie
Us five
Out there
Lockdown is ending
Soon
Keep the faith
I was really saying that to myself
Nwyfre 