An imaginative journey in the pandemic world

I wrote this poem during the third lockdown in the UK. It reflects my experience of staying in one place and not crossing borders between countries for more than a year. The poem has no rhymes but who cares about rhymes nowadays. 
 
An imaginative journey in the pandemic world

I am on my way to St. Michael’s Mount
The train is moving from the North to the South of England
I see green fields and fast-flowing hill streams
But then I cross the English Channel 
(or la Manche as they call it in France)
And I am thinking about people who cross it 
Day by day risking their lives
And where am I going?
To St. Michael’s Mount 
(or le Mont-Saint-Michel as they call it in France)
That welcomes pilgrims with the rise and fall of tides.

Alexandrina Vanke
18th March 2021