Shelter In Place Poem, Day 5

It is everlastingly funny that the proud, metaphysically ambitious, clamoring mind

will hush if you give it an egg writes Annie Dillard in her essay about a total eclipse

which she watched a hilltop in Washington state. As the “monstrous swift shadow

cone of the moon” rushed toward her and everyone else on the hilltop,

screams filled the air. Then the eclipse ended and she went out for breakfast.

She had a fried egg and felt better. Perhaps this is why in tough times

people buy baby chicks,  though it will be months before they produce eggs.

Yesterday in the grocery story the security guard sitting at the sliding doors

next to the on-sale oranges smiled at me as I entered. A man wearing an actual

N95 respirator passed me on his way out, carrying a brown bag and a bouquet

of Gerber daisies. And that was the thing, finally, that made me burst into tears,

the man in the mask with a handful of flowers, the utter lunacy of it.

But my mind was obedient, after a moment, and pulled itself together,

and led my body to the coolers where the eggs are kept, and eggs were there,

and I bought my allotted two cartons and drove home.

 

2 thoughts on “Shelter In Place Poem, Day 5

  1. These poems have been lovely and true, and a pleasure to read. Thank you for writing them. Shelter In Poems.

    I have taken comfort in re-reading Ross Gay’s The Book of Delights. It’s a bunch of short essays-a record of small joys. Much needed these days. Do you know it?

    Hope you guys are doing as well as possible.

    VSR

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    1. Hi VSR! Thank you for the kind words. The Book of Delights is one of my friend/coworker’s favorites but I still have read it, so I will put it at the top of my list!

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