A poem at the turn of day, from day 30 to day 31 of shelter-in-place (Pacific Standard Time).
needed.
by abigail chen
i want to feel
needed and worthwhile
worth something real even
while we wait
for a day to feel
free like the birds
flying in clean
fresh air and sun.
i want to feel
talented and overflowing
over with the isolation
flowing out of fear
for a month to feel
fully convinced that
family is earnest love,
future is presence now.
i want to feel
like you matter enough
letting me feebly crown
your failures in grace
for a year to feel
fluttering nerves
flustered blushes
frantic longing.