Bio Note: Now, we are waiting for things to return to normal—whatever that means. I am doing my time in Long Beach, California, trying to adapt to leading workshops via Zoom, hoping to swim and kayak this summer.
Days waiting for the OB/GYN days in line at the DMV days stalled on the four-level-interchange or queued at security LAX, JFK: I want them back. Days waiting for the rinse cycle days waiting for the oven to heat days waiting for water to boil toast to pop up, butter to melt: I want them back. Days passed in cold hallways days spent at bedside days stuck in small chairs waiting for bells, fearing alarms days waiting for summer to start days waiting for summer to end days of migraine, nights of malaise days of tedium, nights of dread: I want them back not for exchange, but to exclaim this, too, my human life!
Originally published in Gravity: New & Selected Poems Tebot Bach, 2018
©2020 Donna Hilbert
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