Day 78 of shelter-in-place
We who are hurting And are so small Curved and hunched In protection 100,000 and more - your breath catches A sharp intake as the weight of These numbers settle into your spine 10 x 10 x 10 x 10 x 10 The scale of it all ~ Let it be known that in the time of this disease The first inclination of so many Was not the firehose Or the ax Nor the bullet and the too short temper It was instead to offer Our own unique abundance to each other To reach for soil To sew a garden full of seed It was in the smallest of things We found our own holiness The way the sky darkens before night A scent of a flower The careless winged cacophony in the trees In this we find our humility In this perhaps we find our grace
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