when the sun is out
and the virus is gone,
I
will find you
buy you coffee,
read for you
and create a poem
right there.
I promise
the Bosnia bullets that
smacked my arm
the Haitian feet
that kicked me silly
Did not finish the job
On me
No way
So now
Even in this unknown
I remember
Who I was to be
For me
And am eager to be
for you
Give me your worried eyes
Your trembling mind
Your free-fall of fear
My hand will hold
All of you
And lead you
Back to where
I have already returned
One day
When the sun says
She is back
Close your eyes
Smell the air
Pull out another chair
And when you
Open your eyes
I will be there
We will laugh
And laugh again
And I will read my
Heart to you
Author Bio:
Tom Squitieri is a three-time winner each of the Overseas Press Club and White House Correspondents’ Association awards for his work as a war correspondent, with reporting from all seven continents. His poetry has appeared in Ariel Chart, The Raven's Perch, Scarlet Leaf Review, Twisted Vine, The Literary Yard, Eskimo Pie, The Stardust Review, Wanderlust Journal, Shanghai Writer’s Workshop, No Strings Attached, Style Sonata and The Griffin’s Inkpot, in the book "Put Into Words My Love,” and was selected for Color: Story 2020. He writes most of his poetry while parallel parking or walking his dogs, Topsie and Batman.