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Tuesday, September 22, 2020

waiting it out

The person who came to service our furnace
Laughed when I described the gurgling noise
The hot water circulating in the baseboards
Sounds like my stomach when I am hungry

Easy relaxed genuine mirth bubbled up
From someone so evidently happy with their work
Making an honest living making us ready 
To leave our house for the entire winter

We are not entirely relaxed about it
Uncertain about the course of the pandemic
On edge as the repression intensifies 
Targeting Black Lives Matter protesters

Summer is over and winter is coming
When the living is anything but easy
If you must stay around and be active 
Unable to migrate flying south or hibernate

That used to be us contending with the cold
Staying shut inside wearing extra layers 
Putting up with innumerable discomforts 
Counting the days until our release

Now we have the option to go subtropical
Joining up with the birds wintering over 
But being human we are once again waiting it out
Counting the days until the pandemic subsides 

The underlying interminable oppression in this society 
Felt by people of color like a knee on the neck 
Experienced in ways by all poor and working people 
Drags on continuing long past its expiration date 

And yet people have an irrepressible vitality that endures
A readiness to embrace any cause for celebration 
Demonstrative in our affection for loved ones 
Delighting in each welcome moment of happiness

Wawayanda September 22, 2020

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