The certainty that the sun will rise and the sun will set
My friend Bron says via text ‘history and nature are both demanding our attention.’
The beauty of the rows of freshly baked goods at The Village Baker.
Turning my gaze away from the emptied supermarket shelves.
The flights are all cancelled – not going ‘home to see my mum now’
-but we pledge to sit at opposite ends of the earth – drink a cup of tea ‘together’ and talk – every day.
The birds – always the birds-
The insects buzz
The trees grow
Why wont Scott Morrison send the children home?
Borders are closed – just like that bookstore that failed
In that case it was Borders is closed
The canals are cleaner in Venice
I cut up a chicken for stock -(as a jew the certainty of a good tasting broth matters) I cut up the chicken – it was small and expensive- bought from the a near empty butchers shop – it had no rib cage –
The memories of all those times, in bars, on planes, in foreign cities, piazzas, markets, cheeses and beers in Amsterdam.
The traffic still goes by
The light creeps across the balcony – over the seedlings in pots of my mothers favourite flowers – they will take three months to grow –