G.E., 72, an Editor, English Instructor, and Poet in Orinda, CA
In a Dark Time
I’m eating these cherries alone.
How many of my neighbors are also sitting
by their windows, watching the darkness
begin its slow movement, settling over the bright air?
How many in my city, my country, on the planet,
all of us keeping faith with the scientists
telling us that to be safe, to keep the vulnerable
among us breathing, we must eat alone?
And so we eat alone at a time of day
when we used to sit with our friends laughing
toasting, carrying food from stove to table,
unveiling lavish desserts, cutting slices
for the children to take away and eat together
while playing with the dog, throwing a ball,
shouting and running, wrestling each other,
when touch was a natural part of living, down
into the grass.
We sat together in couples
patting each other’s shoulders as we passed,
leaned across the table listening, looking carefully,
taking each other in. Your absence is breaking me.
The descending darkness brings home the loss
of all your warm and present bodies, all your arms
that held me in the doorway and all the little ones
we carried to their beds.
I should go to the table,
turn on the lamp, but I am so wedded, now,
to the darkness, it seems unlikely
there will ever be light again.
[submitted on 11/23/2020]
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