poetry

pandemic

pandemic

when the threat is everywhere
to everyone
at once

worrying that anyone you know
may die
at any time

knowing there’s nothing you can do
but withdraw from all those
you may soon lose

remembering to stop and feel
sun on your skin
sometimes

and give thanks that for now
you still smell roses
still taste wine

poetry

protectors

protectors

heavy with the care of a short-lived creature
I enter the quiet home
of the great big trees
where all the sounds are softened

they tower over us draped in moss bunting
make us feel small in a good way
a toddler hiding behind her mama’s skirts

now old enough that their grey bark
has grown green
they saw so many cut down
a century ago

and yet here the survivors stand
still rooted
still patiently making shade and air for everyone
despite everything we might do

poetry

perspective

perspective

on this first full green-blue day of panicked spring
I cup a little brown mouse in my palm
put my lips to her round warm ear
and whisper
until every last fear has exited my chest
in a slow stream of warm urgent breath
carrying bits of my heart and mind
into her delicate nervous system

she blinks
twitches her whiskers
pats my thumb with her paw
as if to say
oh sweet one
imagine having a nestful of blind babies
surrounded by silent owls
you never know
when disappointment may come
all you can do
is greet the sun
with whatever semblance of thanks you can muster
any day it deigns to shine