This Morning, in the Garden
Day 3 — the COVID19 monologues, Sai Gon, Viet Nam

The morning breeze is cooler today Birdsong is sweeter, louder, beckoning But I cannot go outside I slide the window open to let the garden in It tentatively tiptoes to the netting so as not to disturb me A few bright notes tumble through
I breathe deeply to absorb the morning Immersed in the lush green Sunshine falls shimmering through the green canopy Sprinkling patches of light onto the garden floor The symphony chirps to summon my gaze Framed only by a window, this is my view
It lingers, and yet it changes with every second Nature in all of its serene beauty This flimsy netting is just enough division And, the calmness seeps in I cannot go outside now I must wait for life to resume
If you are enjoying reading about my total lockdown adventures, you can find day one here:






