Sirens clouding over the quiet air
Sound like they’re on my porch
Another follows, piercing
A train answers, squealing
But the streets are mostly empty
And mostly silent
Vehicles without sirens are speeding
People dog-walking seem cluttered
Darting away from fellow walkers
Further isolating the isolated
Silently grateful for the friend
Who loves me no matter what
In this silent city
Still loud, but quieter now
I can hear my friend’s breath
Happy at her end of the leash
Maia Waern
Nov 25 2020