And tonight I think
of the seventeen Italian doctors,
dead. And the hundreds
of thousands of people
whose test results were positive.
And all the doctors, nurses,
health care workers—
some right here in our town.
I think of them eating breakfast,
reading the same discouraging news,
then kissing their loved ones,
putting on their shoes,
and walking out the door,
though resolution’s as elusive
as last month’s peace—
the peace we didn’t
even know we had.