Isolation 

A crooked square of sky,

The canopy of a tree,

The drift of cloud,

A street light on an empty street,

illuminates the silence.

When the sky is blue,

And when the sun shines,

A dual aspect

My isolation is

a glorious place.

A longitude of peace prolonged pervades,

In a stagnant world of Covid,

Yes life interrupted,

But solitude is not a chore,

It is the gift of serenity.