For health care workers, first responders
firefighters, food deliverers, officers of peace
For hospital hotel workers, crisis carers, city officials
teachers, students, janitors scrubbing every surface in silent schools
For spirit distillers turned to making sanitizer
For car wrecking shops manufacturing masks
For coffee shops that feed the needy
supermarkets with the dots that show safe distance
For empty parks and squirrels turned unusually brave
For joggers who step into the street to pass me
For all my friends and family and neighbors huddled in their homes
For my city struggling toward a summer full of doubt
I stand on my front porch and ring a joyful knell
on a copper-bottomed stockpot temple bell.
Available! High-Voltage Lines, Knocking from Inside
Friday, April 03, 2020
Joyful Noise
Labels:
list poem,
plague journal,
poetry
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1 comment:
Hi! It's Ruth from Haiti. I just caught up on your plague blog posts. Thank you so much for continuing to write. It matters!
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