It is evening rush hour in my city Glasgow.

I hear a solitary blackbird singing
no longer silenced by the snarl of roaring engines
and angry drivers.

The blackbird’s song is sweet but I yearn to hear it no more
meaning normality has returned to free me from this self-isolation

John B. Sinclair is a much-travelled Scot who has now returned to Scotland, where he enjoys freelance writing on a variety of subjects.