Weighing Two Feathers on the Soul Scale
January 28, 2017
Joanie HF Zosike
For the Dreamers
Swiped my card to enter the subway—
(Oh, come on, cut me some slack)
Heard a woman's plaintive voice
"Will somebody please let me in!”
She stood on the outside of the gate
I cringed, then went to see what was up
"Will you please help me?" she pled.
(I can, but we might get busted)
“Here goes nothin’," I pushed gingerly
And Lo! The door alarm kept silent
With hurried thanks, she flew downstairs,
Hurled an explanation over her shoulder
"I got a deeply bad feeling," she wept
"I'm worried my baby's in trouble."
She took off like a Syria-bound US drone
Punctuated her sprint with beads of worry
Was she concerned over a child?
A lover? A former version of herself?
I'll never know. I only know this:
When someone knocks urgently
At the door, asking for help,
The thing to do is,
let her in
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