Another month,
another month of quiet,
a solitary month,
a month most probably inside,
yes, probably with the world shut out and lots of time,
lots of time and peace of mind,
yes, a single month possibly extending until the end of time,
a time of creativity away from humankind,
a lonely time,
a lonely time maybe talking to oneself in the mirror,
maybe losing my mind,
but safe,
safe, away from COVID-19,
and socially distancing quite happily inside,
yes, inside where I have all I need,
and there is no fear,
and no threats from COVID-19,
and only food and beer,
and where there is only time to write and write and write,
and forget about time,
whilst it rapidly and happily disappears.