Set aside the treasures in heaven.
Set aside the treasures for another day.
My treasure is in my head.
Oh, externally I am a packrat.
I am asked, how many mother baby
or pregnant figures do you have
in your collection? I count: maybe
twelve or fourteen. Not as many
as the thing the questioner collects. But I have
way more books and then there is the treasure
in my mind: songs and poems, many,
I can sing for 5 hours straight driving
with nary a repeat (haven't you always
wanted to use nary in a sentence?).
I sing to stay awake driving sometimes.
Recently once I barely can even then.
It is quite iffy and I am reduced to
repeating things like the Lord's Prayer
and singing the doxology and reciting
shock shock shock everybody shock
big shock little shock everybody shock
which used to be the order of drugs in ACLS
for years. E for epinephrine, B for bretyllium,
L for lidocaine and the shocks at 360 in between
for V tach or V fib if there is no pulse.
If someone is dead you cannot make them worse.
Yet still, I would rather give the drugs
in the correct order. I take the class regularly
to stay certified. It's the songs and poems,
a reflection of the music of the spheres
that give me the most joy. I wish you joy too
or that you are loved in your sorrow
in this second season of Covid-19
where the whole world is as one.