Good morning from Taiwan. I woke, checked the news and wrote this poem.

Overcast morning,
Stephen Stills singing
“Love the One You’re With”
on Taiwan Radio.
The WHO now declares
Covid-19, a pandemic.
And I, alone – shall wonder
why I worried.

Along this road everybody goes,
a solitary spring that
shines and shines.
Such a fuss, when nothing lasts.
No more than driftwood,
washed up on Cijin Beach.