My quarantine body While writing letters and connecting with old friends I feel our bonds strengthen across seas and timezones My limbs let me know that my foundations are shaky, my central nervous system sends a sharp message “I am here” Painted landscapes on walls are souvenirs of nature that I once visited While my knee headlights point in other directions and my pain says to me: “you are important” I can smell sun warm concrete after rain as my pelvis tilts as if pouring