Tell me a story

Rebecca Watkins
Featured image: Overbite © A. Anupama 2020

 

Because we live
in a time of despair,
my dentist asks do I fight
a war in my dreams.
She finds evidence of battle,
the clenched jaw
cracks in my teeth.

Because of the wreckage
I wake up to, with strong
coffee and silence, I honor
the moment before the assault
of day. I don’t pray anymore
because everything is a prayer,
laughter from my husband’s lips
fingertips turning the page in a book
a wren tucking straw in her nest.

Because we live while others die,
I push seeds into soil
fertile with untold stories,

I water it with hope,
I till it with rage.