A Nobody

 

 




 

 

A Nobody

 

(thank you Emily Dickinson)

 

as she lives through plague-days 

 

quarantined from a dangerous world

 

her chapped hands flutter   her bare feet dance 

 

she sorts her t-shirts   folds her white sheets

 

chops onions   celery   peels knobby carrots   

 

shreds poached chicken breasts for soup  

 

visits her garden   tastes damp spring earth  

 

whispers her guilty pleasure in the hellebore’s ear

 

 removed at long long last from the otherly world

 

where a deadly virus rampages across oceans   mountains

 

she is sequestered at home   sterile   careful

 

news of illness   death reaches her in raspy whispers 

 

her former life is shuttered   locked down   stilled

 

even god has disappeared 

 

she invents her own rhythm   cadence   desires

 

composes 1800 poems   sews them into rose-scented packets  

 

stows them in a bedroom drawer

 

she is a blessed nobody too

 

forever grateful

 

 

 

 

 

SELECTED WRITINGS:

 

 

A Nobody (thank you Emily Dickinson)

 

 

I Hold your Hand Love

 

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