On NPR poet Kwame Alexander asked for people to write a poem about the pandemic lockdown starting with the line “Still, I rise” from which he would compile a crowdsourced poem. My submission was not used for the final product, but I like what I wrote.
Still, I rise.
Even if my bread did not.
The bread the Internet said everyone was making.
My neighbor gave me a mother she had mothered,
But this mother learned
she did not have
the patience
or energy
to care for
one
more
living
thing.
(No, we will not get a puppy. Stop asking.)
No fresh sourdough, but
family and
board games and
sketchbooks and
notebooks.
Shut in, shut off, shut down.
Still, I was fed.
Ideas bubbling in my head like yeast.
So clever and topical. You get my vote, Kim.
Sent from Tony Zelonis.
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