we held our breath the birds and I

<p>Poetry of the first sheltering: June to election 2020</p><p>Only a presidential term ago we...and the world sheltered at home waiting for the Covid to find us. We were isolated but weren't we all still a part of marches for George mourning for Ruth wishing to give more breath to those lives extinguished and would we resound to vote? Each morning my husband put a cup of tea in my hand and sent me out to the garden with my journal to wrestle with the Universe. This book was found there.</p><p><br></p><p><br></p>