It feels good to be writing again. The few poems I've written since the turning of the year are baby steps, but I will happily take any progress, no matter how small.
Learning How Not to Be A Bear
I fought to sleep
this whole year away, but living
as a bear is harder
than I thought. Hibernation
takes planning. You can't decide
to hide in bed, covers
pulled over your head. I tried.
My heart and breath refused
to slow. My traitorous
stomach insisted to be fed and what
if I had Rip Van Winkled my way
out of months and months
of boredom and dread. It's bad
enough - the shock of my love's
gray, as if his time had sped
while mine had stayed. I tick
off hours in hashmarks, carved
on my heart, too many spent
in solitary. The days lengthen
and I wonder what world
she will wake to when this bear
can finally abandon her den.
- Lisa Janice Cohen
January 2021
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