4.02.2020

An offering

Here is that stick of butter plus a clutch of daffodils the boys picked from the yard.
Here is a piano concert from our living room to the front steps where you're allowed to stand
and a small pile of cloth masks assembled with fingers crossed.
I wish we could do more.
Here is a link to something your kids might like to see
and a pinch more grace you ought to inject straight into yourself.
Here is permission to let go of productivity and perfection, if you're looking for that
and also a bottle of wine because we're not able to hug.
I can hold your anxiety for a moment though?
Here is a smile from across the street, my heart arcing toward yours in shared uncertainty.
Here is some chocolate from our pantry, the only bandaid I know
and a rainbow for your window and a new recipe for hope.