Quarantine Poem #1

Clouds dividing the sky in sharp lines
the pink ones taste like memories
I’ve been walking between spheres
My feet not touching the asphalt

Short grey trees with spiky tops
standing close together
luring me into a darkness
I haven’t seen this much solidarity
But nature treats us equally.

A moment ago I spotted a cicada
Comparing it to late summer Tokyo
A realisation
it’s just some black piece of plastic
on a slanted ground
It must be winter somewhere else.