I Gave Up Chaos
In front of our house, crocuses erupt in a riot
of purple and yellow. For Lent, I gave up
chaos—the pervasive violence
of blue light.
Instead, I soak in the glow
of our grow lamps. In the basement,
tomatoes, peppers and cucumbers unfurl their fuzzy
heads. We are enlarging the garden this year.
When my fingers itch to flick between headlines
proclaiming wreckage and ruin, I will plunge
them into bread dough and shape our next meal.
And when that voice bleeds through the radio and TV,
I will attend to my children, who are still young
enough to laugh in the future’s face.
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Rachel Mallalieu is an emergency physician and mother of five. Some of her recent work is published in Chestnut Review, Whale Road Review, Rattle and Westwind. Rachel is the author of the chapbook A History of Resurrection (Alien Buddha Press 2022).

So many of us are filling our days this way, avoiding the “blue light”, “that voice”, and more. You said it beautifully.
Thank you! What else to do but try?
Thank you! Feels helpless, but also protective.
Thank you!
Very nicely crafted and meaningful poem. Yes, keep those kids laughing at the future ❤️
Beautiful and timely
Very grounded and grounding. Beautiful poem.