ISOLATION

The View from My Window

In the morning

the sight of the sun rising
settles
my pulsing stomach.

There’s a corona of sunlight
over the hills
signalling a new day.

At noon

the light is a bit too bright.
In the sky
one cloud floats.

In the afternoon

everything settles.
There’s a breeze
and there are dappled shadows.

In the evening

the hills reflect
a rosy glow
and the sea glitters pink.

At night

the supermoon
floats over all. 

There is no corona
just its perfect circle.

The view from my window 2

One night
before the Corona Virus
set in

and all I had to worry about
was my husband’s health,
and my brother’s death

I sat on my sixth floor balcony
and watched as a team of workers
painted new lines and arrows
on the highway

indicating “traffic island”
“turn right from the right lane”
“Stop here.”

The View from my window 3

There are the hills:
sometimes Californian blue;
sometimes misty.

There is the city:
sometimes sunlit;
sometimes lit by night lights.

There are the cars:
sometimes multi coloured;
sometimes just headlights.

There is the park:
sometimes green;
sometimes black.

There is the boat haven
and a small slice of sea.

At night if I cry
the lights lining the road
flare and turn into 7’s:
the date my brother died.

(Once they turned
into kisses.)

And the strobe light
on the airport terminal
turns and turns
and turns.

The View from My Window 4

At 5 am in the morning

There’s a faulty
street light flashing;
there’s an empty taxi cab
and an empty bus.

At 6am in the morning

there’s the cyclist with his rear light flickering
swerving right at the intersection
and a helicopter circling
over the city.

At 7 am in the morning

there’s the woman in the pink hoodie
with her fluffy white dog
and a couple walking hand in hand
watching the sunrise.

At 8am in the morning

There’s the man with the shopping bag
coming back from Coles
and a mother pushing her new baby
in a black pusher.

At 9am in the morning

There are no planes coming in.
There are no planes going out.

At 10am in the morning

I struggle to get ready
for another day.