someone said
in times like these
we need a poem
so I set about to write
the necessary poem
where to start?
with the laundry list of catastrophes and injustices
that define our days?
no need to list the daily obvious
what necessary thing
shall the necessary poem
carry in its pocket:
hope? healing?
gratitude for those sparse gifts
in these overwhelming times?
the necessary poem should have beams
to hold it together
walls of words that
define and explain
a roof of constructs
that shelter and protect
then the poem shall be my house
the place where I live
© Vilma Ginzberg, 10-29-2020 Image via Held in the Heart