As we come to the end of 2020,
I realize this is the year of the intangible
heart.
Days without
friends,
celebrations spent
apart.
It’s been a
year of reflection,
personal growth,
a wild election.
Virtual hugs,
helped us avoid
killer germs--disastrous
bugs.
And,
while the
business world met on zoom,
our goals were
to stay clear
of anything resembling
a hospital room.
Online charity
doesn’t feel the same;
I feel like a number,
at least I have
a name.
A few dresses
in my closet,
have yet to be
worn,
but only if
things return
to some sense
of norm.
Al-bums—picture
files,
I stalk old
photos
searching for
smiles,
funny memories,
of travel,
and dogs.
Then there’s
music,
Which has a way
of making me
rise above
complications,
silent,
self-absorbed situations.
Suddenly,
I’m kind of
domesticated.
There’s cooking,
baking,
laundry and
more,
putting my
heart into whatever I’m making.
Not a bother,
Not a chore.
Maybe a poem,
about staying safe
and wearing a
mask.
And if ever,
(my intangible
heart
is trying to
say,)
there was a time,
to get on my
knees to pray,
it’d be now.
Merry Christmas to all my friends and family members!
Please stay safe!!
