Calm
Could I let this feeling of settling in
Move slowly in waves
To pay attention
To daily rythmn.
And the fear
Sickness
“Don’t touch that!”
VIRUS
Rings in my head breaking
Into
Sharp relief
When I want to return to steady
Moments
And my daughter has attached to me.
Like the moss green integrates into tree bark.
She climbs on me
Like I am the jungle gym she has missed
From school days
She attaches.
I walk into next room and she runs to me
Urgently
Concerned face.
“Momma, I’m scared.”
As if my fears
Are this unnamed anxiety that
Scares her
And she needs to be with me in every moment.
The VIRUS
Becomes the fear in my daughter’s muscles
Need to be close.
And the trees are in bloom
Pink blossoms
Don’t know there is a virus in our midst.
Multiple realities in our midst.
And I am burdened.
And choosing to be open
To peace feels
Somehow like a betrayal
To those who are suffering
But I have a choice.
I can feel the pink blossoms
And appreciate my daughter’s
Spinning of stories
Constant stories
Evolve
Into bowls of milk
And trains from small blue puzzle pieces
And Elsa castle we made from cardboard and blue paint
And sticks
Sticks galore for lasers.
And tents
And houses
And everything our imaginations can spin.
Can I choose this play?
Can I choose this time to pay attention to our bond?
To our creations?
It is time to hold multiple realities in respect
And to feel peace
Move through my muscles in waves
To move through my daughter’s muscles in waves.