I won first prize for the adult category in the West Roxbury Library poetry contest this year. The contest's theme was "space."
I'm generally a big believer in letting poems stand or fall on their own, but this one deserves an explanation: it was written at a very specific time at the beginning of the pandemic. I do not believe I would have written this poem even two weeks later. There have been too many losses, and I am not okay with that. (Also, some formatting was lost when I cut and pasted.)
Confessions
in the Time of Coronavirus
by
Nina
Kallen
Social distancing.
If it were not for
the death, sickness, and despair,
And the economic
collapse that may follow,
I would be okay
with this.
Every cancelled
networking event
Thrills me.
I dutifully buy
gift certificates from restaurants
So that in the
normal future
There will still
be places where I can
Listen to mortgage
salesmen discuss golf
And business
brokers mourn closed strip clubs,
Intercepted by the
occasional
“We need more
diversity!”
No, I do not miss
them.
I make ridiculous
plans.
I will plant peas
before St. Patrick’s Day.
(Oops, I did not.)
I will start a new
sourdough starter.
(Unlikely.)
I will call my
elderly neighbors.
(Eventually.)
I have always
scoffed at homeschoolers,
And “unschoolers”
are even worse.
Imagine letting
our children learn what they want,
When they want.
And yet, now,
Stuck at home,
With each other,
And worse for
them, with me,
Will my daughters
write that musical,
Or make that
poster
About the benefits
of vegetarianism?
Maybe they will
start the sourdough starter
(Still unlikely.)
Maybe my over homeworked,
over girlscouted,
Over honor-societied,
over leadership-trained,
Over everythinged
Wonderful kids
Will sleep
(Not
metaphorically, just sleep).
I would be okay
with that.
Maybe in a few
tomorrows
After we mourn our
losses
We will wake up
refreshed
Ready to do battle
with the world again
To demand
diversity
To have our soul
projects
To make time to
sleep.
I would be okay
with that.