It’s a weird world right now, talking to a neighbour with the road
between us, spending time on Zoom to be with family and yet there are still joys, if strange ones …
ENTER COMFORT
we close windows
still the birds
barn owls
fly in
settle on furniture
nest in cereal
sing from curtain rails
we learn to live
under the whir of wings
wait for birds to land
on an outstretched hand
talk to us
of distant friends
bringing everyday songs
to calm our tensions
and give us peace
A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art. From Inanna Publications, 2016. 
Ah, birds: juncos, cowbirds, raven pigeons, lovely humming birds, etc. They come to, our feeder and have been an increased interest lately. So have tress and flowers I am finally trying to identify; The pandemy will not have been only frustration, in addition to saving lives.