Not much happened this week.
A layer of ice.
Schools closed.
I stoked the fire.
Carefully added a log or two.
Then let it go out.
Crochet needle looped and looped
a neck warmer for a friend,
prayers for an injured boy.
Ukulele picking.
Hallelujah
From G to E-minor
cramped and challenged
this weak left hand.
Read a book
about Love,
And the face staring back
in the bathroom mirror–
this, too, is love.*
A book about a Fall,
I didn’t look up
I didn’t look down
I just kept on climbing
one step at a time.*
Cooked and cared for
my mother-in-law
recovering from surgery.
“I’m fine,” she insisted.
She’s fine, I know.
Wrote a poem
with only a few words,
lifted it up like a paper airplane,
and sent it out into the world.
* Matt de la Peña Love
* Dan Santat After the Fall