I put on my jacket
For a walk on the beach
Between thunderstorms.
The zipper is stuck,
So my husband zips it for me
As he has done so many times
In our years together.
He zips up my jacket with ease
(as he almost always does),
And I pause to realize that
It’s not really the zippers that are stuck.
Rather, I am the one
Who can’t unstick the zippers,
Just as I have not been able to unstick these feelings
Of near-constant pandemic worry,
Of wondering what the next loss will be,
Of not knowing how to move forward.
I am stuck
And marvel at the people
Who move their zippers
Up and down with seeming ease
As they put on their jackets
And return to their lives
Between thunderstorms.
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