The New Normal or What Used to be Ordinary
Little Dog’s Rhapsody in the Night
He puts his cheek against mine
and makes small, expressive sounds.
And when I’m awake, or awake enough
he turns upside down, his four paws
in the air
and his eyes dark and fervent.
“Tell me you love me,” he says.
“Tell me again.”
Could there be a sweeter arrangement? Over and over
he gets to ask.
I get to tell.
~ Mary Oliver
Mary Oliver reading this poem
On a walk today with my sister, both of us masked. We are enjoying the beauty of a Portland spring day in the time of COVID. The traffic is lighter, the air cleaner, as we walk into our unknown future. Wearing masks daily, will that become the new normal?