Google Directs My Questioning
why don’t we
why women kill
why were chainsaws invented
why do we dream
why are you running
why is my poop green
why is my computer restarting itself
why are cats afraid of cucumber
why does my eye twitch
why did I get married
why you little
why me lord
how are you
how to make slime
how to convert to islam
how to convert to pdf
how are babies made
how did peppa pig die
how is the election going today
how is simon cowell
can dogs eat apples
can you please
what is antifa
what is fracking
what are prime numbers
what are carbs
where’s my refund
where are my downloads
where are the fires in colorado
where did columbus land
who is brad pitt
who was the youngest president
who is president now
who was i in a past life
who am i
when I work
when calls the heart
when they see us
when the party’s over
when i die
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Vaccinated, I Still Pull My Mask Up When I Pass Someone Outside
In yoga teacher training, we were taught —
end class by having everyone put palms together,
bow slightly to those around them,
and say Jai Bgwan, which means, I honor the divine in you.
An acknowledgement beyond the personal,
bestowed equally on the annoying woman
who snores through Shavasannah
and the hot guy with sageful eyes.
All worthy. All lit by sparks of the One.
Off the mat, people are easy to hate —
their habits and financial status,
their outrageously stupid beliefs.
Myriad ways to separation. Even in
pandemic isolation, what can’t be
used to divide into teams, even fictional characters,
even some famous couples’ divorce.
Every moment a chance to make
other lives harder, and so,
knowing my uncovered face
may scare someone, knowing how much
we all have to fear, how hungry
we all are for something softer,
I pull up this piece of cloth
and silently say Jai Bgwan.
I see you. You’re important.
I’ll protect you if I can.