Living where we work, our exposure and resistance to ever-evolving, human contagions is limited. And though our immune systems may be naïve, we’re seldom sick. But since a busy Christmas here with family, kids and grandkids, Robbin and I remained sequestered at home to ring in the New Year by counting our blessings after each barrage of consecutive sneezes.
NEW YEAR’S EVE 2017
Self-medicating between bouts
of consecutive sneezes
and my repeated gesundheits,
your eyes raised to invisible lines
of poetry you’ve been writing
in the kitchen that you squint
to read, and then erase,
edit with a fingertip:
family gifts at Christmas
multiplied as germs exchanged
from big box malls to stockings full
all-across America—and more
you couldn’t decipher
or I can’t remember, trying
anything to get better.
















