Solitude

To such extents have I gone for a piece of solitude:

Climbing into a full tree to write under cover of leaves.
Moving to the far tip of a sparsely-populated island.
Working the night shift solo baking bread. 
Climbing aloft to furl topsail and watch the sky.
Sitting in a dark room with lights off.

And now we find ourselves under strong pressure 
to self-isolate,
a brand-new concept for many,
to limit the spread of viral contagion in this new world
where people in their haste to be everywhere
spread a new disease
across this tiny globe.

Like a dream come true,
Staying home all day.
I was made for this.