poem: just asking

Hands [assemblage of found objects and photo booth images] Dina Stander 2007

just asking ~ poem Dina Stander 2020

It's 2020, just before Thanksgiving. We are not getting together with my 90 year old mom for a cheerful family meal gathered around her table, but I will drop by to see her. I am still humming Hard Times Come Again No More. We are all doing our best at managing the personal shadowlosses on top of the election stress and the covid sorrow. When I settle into bed at night I curl around the small animal heat of myself and whisper, "it's ok, for now it's ok."

Grateful for small comforts. And for rest. And for art.