Intangible Gratitude

 

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!!