I was lucky. When the corona virus restrictions started in California, I was staying in a secluded writing shed close to Malibu working on a 3 hour segment about bestselling writer Cornelia Funke for Deutschlandradio's, 'Die Lange Nacht'. I was in the middle of nature with almost no access to the internet, which turned out to be an even bigger blessing than I initially thought it would be.
Coming back to my home office was a different story. I can not help but follow the news, scroll through Social Media feeds, keep way to busy instead of seavouring the moment to be still and wait for what needs to arise.
I do stare out of the window quite a lot though when I sit at my desk and try to make sense of it all. I am still working on the 'making sense' part, but staring out of the window at least made me write a new poem. Here it is:
WHAT THE BIRD KNOWS
I wonder what the bird knows/The red chested finch/A cheerful troubadour
Jumping from branch to branch/In the tree with purple flowers/That almost died ten years ago
Does the red chested finch miss the humming chant to its a capella song/The constant buzz of nonstop traffic
Does the air drift lighter through its feathers/Is it easier for the finch to breathe