Ode to the Christmas Breeze

 

Dear one, when I recall
how hot an ting this August did
and den wid all de other nameless ting it had
in all this covid 
You be most welcome den.

I must admit it had me fraid.

Who did not fraid? I ask myself,
and not a soul to hold onto.
So love had to be said
and comfort taken where it will.

And you know how we mout does don't have cover.

Bad word and begging please 
for license to blind people and dey mother. 
Easiest ting the sword we carry 
in we mout could do, but speaking love 
and hope and life into we oneanada?
B, 
it was the hardest season, B, ah have tuh tell yuh…

Listen, I even called down bipolar.

And watching all these people crisis out pon economics, health, pon politics.
And watch it B—
is only me they pushing to take meds—Where yuh meds?
Yuh got yuh meds? Good Lord, I safe pon medication,
while everybody mad as—
Well, let me not go there.

All I want to say is welcome.
Bring in your cooling sentiment and self.
Remind we Christmas coming.