Shelter in Place
Shelter in place, little flame—
keep burning in the maelstrom
of terrifying news.
Let me nurture a space inside me
where the drift of words is revealed
like dust-motes in late afternoon
or morning light.
Let me find a quiet place, every day
in the swirl of fear—
a holy place to receive the Muse
And make my devotions.
Let me find and procure the ink that’s made
of shining, silvery light.
Copyright © 2020 by Barbara Quick
