living alone in the pandemic

Now that I live alone I seem to have acquired

a taste for talking to myself

kindly, colourfully, whenever the need arises

I also began to kiss each new leaf popping

to share the oxygen within these square meters

calling it baby boo

while drinking coffee each morning

I smile at the progression of spring

sighing loudly with awe and excitement

reminiscent of my aunts I used to judge

I read books about local architecture

play the piano in between teaching online

and if all these habits pull me over to

the strange side, it is self-consciously done

interacting with my thoughts I can actually hear

and with my small world, with each sign of life

honestly, what else was this pandemic for

if not for that