Workers Work and Work (Redux) COVID

Now when some of us home considering what life means

what matters when we see so clearly how all workers

make life possible how tightly our lives are woven together all of us

in this very same picture no matter where we are sitting

now when we clap each night at 7 o’clock

for people who go to the hospital no matter what

the job they chose or the job that chose them

is cradle to grave when we order oranges and a person brings

those oranges when the big white trucks pick up  garbage

someone drives those trucks hoists  black bags in when we

get our mail eat bread  call the pharmacy we know people

are behind the mail and the bread and the drugs we need

now  even though we are mostly

inside for a while still we can celebrate every single person

more than a village maybe the size of a smallish state say

Connecticut working always working for us all.

 

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

1 Comment

  1. Happy May Day!

    “If you think that by hanging us, you can stamp out the labor movement … then hang us! Here you will tread upon a spark… and everywhere, flames will blaze up. It is a subterranean fire. You cannot put it out.” Haymarket martyr Albert Parsons on the gallows – 1887.

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