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Small Night Song

Who among us is not afraid?

I am afraid.

Today I put my children in the shower.

It was

a Baptism – repeat repeat repeat the prayer
“You will not get sick.”

I screamed like a madwoman from a nightmare
in this nightmare –
And what is a nightmare
but a body with no power?

This wine that stains my lips
grows in soil now gone dark

I raise a glass to you,
to you,
six feet away or six feet under,

sleep now knowing
that daffodils, crocus, tulips
will bloom, careless, in the park.

~~ for all people tending to the sick and vulnerable, pandemic of 2020