Sun Tipped Leaves
An Isolation Poem
Every day I isolate myself in my office.
I sit there for hours
looking out my window
at my cement pool and fountain.
And I write a little in between.
I like the isolated space to do my work
I like that my husband stays away
I like the solitude and quiet.
And I like that as the trees rustle outside,
their leaves tipped with sunlight,
I can’t hear their sway
I can’t hear their song.