I’m beginning to understand.
I read accounts of and watch
Blacks crying about always
being afraid.
I am afraid,
afraid of leaving the wonder,
serenity and security
of my home — my domicile.
We are told to imagine that
everyone has the virus
that could kill you.
There are those who in
their own fear, anger and resentment
would kill you.
There are those who would
kill you for “the cause.”
Be very quiet.
Don’t stare out of eyes
above the mask at other eyes.
That could get you killed.
Do what you must
and then go home;
get home before
you are killed.
I’m beginning to understand.