Waking, I try to drag

my dream into the day

but it stays behind

hiding in the clouds

no more mine

than air itself.

 

In my chair by the window

I reach for what is

out of reach.

 

Will this be the day we rise

and demand justice?

The day we defeat

the pandemic?

The day the angels sing?

 

Outside birds busy

themselves with life.

I watch for a miracle

in the morning light.

 

Sally Zakariya

Sally Zakariya’s poetry has appeared in some 75 print and online journals and been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Her most recent publication is Muslim Wife (Blue Lyra Press, 2019). She is also the author of The Unknowable Mystery of Other People, Personal Astronomy, When You Escape, Insectomania, and Arithmetic and other verses, as well as the editor of a poetry anthology, Joys of the Table. Zakariya blogs at www.butdoesitrhyme.com.

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