I watch from my isolation chamber: cozy, confined, comfortable, constricted.
My casa secures me during this time of fear, concern and self-incarceration, so I watch.
I watch the sky lighten, fill with color, provide moisture, heat the planet, and darken.
I watch my roommates tug for possession of canine toys, growling, chasing, then sleeping as siblings soothed by the other’s presence.
I watch the steady swing of the antique clock’s pendulum and hear its deep bass voice announcing each passing hour.
I watch the sun filtering around my garden highlighting one blossom, then another.
I watch the woman in repose. Is she surrendering or readying herself to rise for another encounter?
I watch the antics and mis-actions of government leaders during a time of medical crisis engulfing the planet and causing this ‘social distancing’.
I watch my aloneness, my boredom, my gratitude, my laughter, my rants, my tears. I watch myself.
I watch each day’s progression from birth to death cocooned in my self-imposed cell of seclusion.
This is my life: watching.
My contribution to this week’s Weekly Prompt of The Watcher from https://nansfarm.net/2020/07/25/the-twitcher/