Haibun – Isolation Spring
Days in isolation tend to blur. The lock down in this COVID-19 spring is different from my past. I’ve spent hiding from palpable danger, that made your heartbeat race. For example, when I was young I lived in Chad. That spring, I didn’t need anyone to tell me to stay at home because there were armed bands of rebels and government soldiers roaming the streets. One knew there was death outside. Death which could break down the door and come into your home.
in the night
tat tat tat tat
In Italy when spring arrives, days are warm. Larks and blackbirds would warble their delight in the early morning. Children would be out in the streets going to school. A couple of gossips would be standing on the corner exchanging all their news. I’d walk down from my house to the cafe to read the newspaper and drink an espresso. Enjoying the sunshine and the freedom of movement without a coat. Ah … memories.
warm sounds of spring
Now it’s spring. Thank heavens the birds still sing and the days are still warm. But they tell me that we’re in danger. No one will break down my door with guns, though some dramatic politicians and news people speak of a global war. I find it difficult to feel afraid here in my Italian valley. Everything is even too peaceful as everyone is shut away. We live in an age of the miracles in our modern age. I never would have thought that a sneeze would cause fear.
in the street