Certainty in Nice by John Drudge

When we were young

And in love

In Nice

In the courtyard

Of the small villa

Under a crisp moon

With the olive trees rustling

In the breeze

Off the sea

And the faint sound

Of jazz

Skirting off the high walls

Up the mountain streets

From the old city

Like a pale cry

From a lost age

The night warm

And full of hope

With time moving

Softly and slowly

And every tomorrow

A certainty

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John is a social worker working in the field of disability management and holds degrees in social work, rehabilitation services, and psychology.  He is the author of three books of poetry: “March” and “The Seasons of Us” (both published in 2019) and New Days (published in 2020). His work has appeared widely in numerous literary journals, magazines, and anthologies internationally. John is also a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee and lives in Caledon Ontario, Canada with his wife and two children.