Tuesday, February 4, 2025

A poem for this moment

One Day at a Time

One day at a time.

One day at a time.

One day at a time.

I live in these five words.

One thousand, four hundred and forty-five days left of this creator of chaos.

I suppose I’m relatively safe from his malign focus.

A white person. Jewish, but not the kind of Jew he likes.

The ones who give him money, the ones who love him for whatever reason, because they think he loves Israel.

He loves the Jews who wear yarmulkes every day to count his money for him. (He did say that once.)

He also harbors antisemites who wore Camp Auschwitz sweatshirts on January 6.

One day at a time.

I have to live in my country as he deforms it.

How do I do that?

I cannot ignore the news because the news will not ignore me or people I care about.

One day at a time I breathe and breathe and breathe. By breathing, I exist and resist.

One day at a time.


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