Greenwich ‘mean’ time

Four hours dangle in the hemisphere.

Like notes between two staves

North south divides the beat of two hearts.

Latitude and longitude tantalisingly

Yet jealously apart.

Putting on brave faces,

Smile at good fortune and opportunities.

Not considering  the what ifs?

Defying the come what may?

On Skype so near yet dangerously far.

The political unrest begs comparison.

Yet we scoff at each others disrepair.

Unable to comprehend

Out of tune

As democracy fails us like the destiny of time

Then for her the cool breeze of late summer

Lightens the load

Me the warmth of the sun and buds of spring

Bring music … hope

But still those four hours hurt.