The New York Times sends me morning briefs,
And the subject line insists this information
Is crucial to the day’s commencement. Griefs,
Intractable power wringing, and a nation
In need of some C batteries for its soul-
Finding flashlight crowd the bullet points
Interspersed with tales of the viral toll
Biological and technological. Joints
Designed to keep the body politic moving
Seem inflamed and brittle these days. Reading
This electronic newsprint, I’m feeling
The tight-wound anxiety outside preceding
Me on masked errands–let’s get some healing.
To start your day, know this: you are loved.
By your inestimable is-ness my theory is proved.
