Summer bird song–
a small sweet voice ascends
to the sky’s expanse.
I rise from my bed of grateful sleep,
the day falls into place around me
as sunlight floats across your face.
Like these long months
the city streets stretch out
over serene emptied pavements.
A yellow butterfly hovers over one,
opens its frail wings
to skim scant hopeful green.
Your arms are a buoy I cling to
trying to grasp the safe new starlight.