
Re-arrange dust mites
resting on the self
Find the shoe that
has not been worn
for, oh, so long ago
it may be needed someday
Listen to the chimes
choral with the wind
Sit in sun at 10:23
on the steps
the ones leading upstairs
not down
Touch your heart
deep inside
count the beats
you are still here
Peel two clementines
stack the skins
breathe deeply their balm
Sweep his fur
from corners and crevices
he’ll return soon
to claim his space once more
Run your fingers
along the hem
of the silk peach slip
your grandmother gave
Close your eyes
feel your ancestors
at your left and right
above and below
in front and behind
You are never alone
.
.
.
Author’s Note.
Today from our friends at Na/GloPoWriMo we are asked to write a list poem about an unusual character.
I don’t think Pandemia is too unusual and I have never taken to list poems. And yet, here we are. I like this one.