Shanghai quarantine poem: #3

When you’re alone –
slowly floating.
The days shiver
in and out.
In the wink of an eye,
one set of footprints.
One lonely white rose,
a mountain star gaze.
But I look at the sky above,
and think about
the ones that love me.
A burst of jubilant colour,
and dancing plum rain.
Enough, for an honest man
to scream a new beauty.
And heal a wound, for now.
This is good for me.