poetry

shut

shut

these are the days of closing doors
cutting off connections
cordoning off wards
identifying and isolating
the smallest unit you hold dear

slide the pocket door into the void
close the border
abandon the gate
leave your post
wring your own hands and none other
don’t open the post
don’t shake on anything

we’re all going inside very dark spaces
sitting quietly
with only a small candle’s glow
learning slowly bitterly desperately
how rich life was
when anyone could barge in
and disturb our peace

One thought on “shut”

  1. Mom says:

    Sorry that you need to wring your hands when a president that believed in science would likely have averted , or at least greatly minimized the devastation. Please be aware that your sensitivity to our natural world and mankind help your family’s space not be as dark and creates a bigger candle glow to tide you over❤️

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