(written one day in march)

i feel this is day five
am now in complete
isolation

i am to stay home

from the mill now

early we heard the birds

opened the window wide
listened to them rather than
the radio

these words i write plus the
numbers, a new math

while my email failed
so letters of complaint
die, float away

he used to think i targeted
him, when the aim is no one
nowhere

and i guess it mainly misses
the mark
yet makes another

i have a quiet walk each day
avoiding others and noticed
the holes in the hedges
to peer through

another world

yes
talking to myself