Being Turned (Back) On

After a grievous last year of loss after loss,

I’m back. Turned back on. Turned on.

I thank my beLoveds.

I thank poetry.

And this place and that place and the otherplace(s) too.

I thank fruit trees.

And bats.

And the thousands of pages I’ve devoured between covers.

I thank the shoes I’ve worn cushionless.

The bowls of greens (Kale Yeah!)

and music. Resistance music!

Meandering on water and typewriters,

in forests and libraries and Mediterranean delis,

I’m back. I’m turned back on. Turned on.