Lockdown poems

Day 27

In my isolation
as a quiet cenobite
with an immense perspective
of days where nothing happens
Except clouds
at which before I was not looking
in the morning where I can
simply take my coffee outside
In a city where there is circulating
less cars and more birds
in front of the sun that’s returned
what do you want me to tell you

it’s ok

this is not COVID correctness
but

it’s ok

even
rather good

Claire Arago, french version here, italian version here