We Turn in Dream

— by Jean Valentine


We turn in dream

you to your place

me to mine.

                    Across the street from each other

we both turn back

you wait, short of breath.


I run back across the street,

you wait, your open jacket,

the cars are kind also, & wait.

                                              God

to be born

into no oxygen

then into breathing.


             –from Shirt in Heaven (Copper Canyon Press, 2015)


In this time of separation, quarantine, from a disease that deprives us of oxygen, this poem struck me as right for the moment, ending as it does with a rebirth into breathing. I hope all are staying safe, doing as the medical professionals advise (washing hands, staying home, using technology to stay connected), and being kind and generous, particularly to those working hard on our behalf and those in greater distress that we are.

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