Alone

A poem written during the pandemic of 2020...

The world is crying,
Weeping in its solitary confinement.
Yet, I know how to be alone.
I can live in the quiet, restless minutes of the day.
I can listen to the train and its lonely shudder.
I hear the birds,
The mating calls of cardinals,
The nightly spring peepers
Gasping for the spring
That never quite came.
The TV blares
A world of choices—
I sip my Riesling