Noakh

by Tiferet Welch

The fight is not for one city at a time.

It is for the whole of the earth.

Those perennial plagues of humanness,

Greed, corruption, hatred, self interest, selfishness and

short-sightedness,

Push my feet deeper into the mud

Even as Covid binds my steps

To the near confines of a 913 foot Ark-like space.

Inside, I strive to feel almost safe,

Counting on God to walk with me.

A simple poem

For a not so simple task.

At best, I want to be as Noakh;

One who saves what is around me

Through acts of alert, attentive kindness.

Be gentle with my husband.

Reach out to a friend.

Remember my children.

Practice patience with aging family.

Breathe with the trees

Who hug my home.

These could be small things.

Or are they?

A world,

My world,

Better cared for

And loved.

While that may not be enough,

In the end,

It is certainly the place

Where I can start.

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