All Week by the Wednesday Poetry Collective

I am not a silent poet

                        after “Journeys” by Tom Pow
All week I’ve lived
between the first cup of tea
or coffee and the work
that follows: cleaning
the house and the teeth
and bodies of my children.
All week I’ve lived
on the food I can carry
by hand in bags on the bus,
or walking all the way home,
steamed up in pots and pans
in the kitchen.
All week I’ve lived
for the celebration of a King
passing, waited for the meeting
of friends, family, community.
All week I’ve lived day by day,
or for the next week,
or just for today.
All week I’ve lived.
the Wednesday Poetry Collective, writing with Marjorie Lotfi Gill on The Belonging Project

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