I wrote a poem
And dolphins in Venetian canals
An Italian friend wrote, “The canals of Venice are clean, but I have ambulance sirens in my ears night and day reminding me of all those people dying alone. I can’t stand all this. I’m sorry.”
I love quiet days
With my husband
I miss eating dinner with my mother, playing bridge with friends, wandering slowly through grocery store aisles, babysitting our grandson.
I am grateful
To medical scientists
I worry that he did not listen soon enough and will not listen long enough.
I rejoice in spring
Lenten roses, primroses
Daffodils, violets, vinca
Buds and blossoms
I mourn for a world on pause, with sickness, anxiety and death the common denominator.
I doubt in my own belief, knowing the shape of it to be culturally determined.
But now I see it, feel it, experience it, live with it, every hour of every day.