a good haiku

I love poetry

But is a good haiku

Always sad

eagles

in the cerulean sky

amongst tufts of translucent clouds

the eagles soar high

pandemic blues

standing in my balcony

i see the empty road-

life may never be the same

making memories

smiles and laughter

children making memories in

the sun dappled courtyard

insomnia

the moon and I

share the insomnia

ghosts abound

hope

holding onto life

when all roads close

hope sustains all

re-living history

thumbing through

the yellowed pages

re-living history

you

the world is ending

and all I can think of

is you

emptiness

alone time

intoxicating fullness

in the emptiness

skeletons

quarantine

behind closed doors

skeletons exist