Bio Note: In this year of Covid, unrest, isolation, fire, and flood, I am more aware of, and grateful for, the small, soothing, quotidian aspects of life. Here are two poems from my manuscript-in-progress.
A banana, one day past green, sliced into a bowl with Cheerios and a spoon of granola, then covered with milk, is good for breakfast and plain enough to be communion.
I ease new socks from toe to calf to knee to keep the threat of clotting blood at bay— good for airplane travel in cramped space, good for long days working on my feet. I have to say I like the way they hug my legs and wish these socks could reach my hips and grow beyond to case my body whole with touch, the way I swaddled my sweet babes in flannel for the calm of binding tight. Who among us wouldn’t crave a firm embrace when flesh forgets the path to keep itself in place?
Originally published in Nerve Cowboy, Spring 2020
©2020 Donna HIlbert
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