When you and Mom came to my room here
I was asleep. You appeared in yellow gauzy
oversmocks and plastic gloves, you trying to
Tie a mask, entering the biohazard zone.
Your half-term belly and smile
And both your wits and charm made me laugh.
Only after you had gone did I awaken
enough to remember your anniversary.
So here’s a poem on top of the message
I left on the answering machine for you.
The art of our girl is poignant
And courageous as her life:
Out where she makes it.
Atop the cloudsabove the mountains.
among the stars
