Meditation 2020

Rebecca Salsbury

meditation 2020

Carla Sarett

Thoughts come and go 
of masks by the Bay and
homeless encampments 
under the freeway.
They are not my thoughts and yet,
if I don’t press them to me 
like wayward orphans
who will hold them close?

Your light-eyed father’s passage
from Port Elizabeth to Athens,  
the city that betrayed him
Your father who died before I met you
Your father who named you after his father
whom he despised, but said it was tradition.
If I disown your father’s sorrow,
who will weep for him?

(appeared in slightly different form in print anthology, PITTOC, poetry writting during Covid.)


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