Free to Fly

Thomas Quitzau

December 24, 2021

Why must we choose sides?

Must we pick a face of the COVID-19 Rubik’s cube?

Rushing to judgment’s edge?


Flying from all directions

Blue Jays float to the platform

For peanuts in the shell


Multiple sorties

There must be 19, 20, 21

Swooping blue arcs


They don’t all look alike

They wear no clothes

They’re socially distanced, sort of


They wait their turns

They step aside for one daring woodpecker with the red mask and sharp beak

They own the air


They are Jetsons in the high ivy

Never nudging

Never misjudging


Clutching only peanuts.

Scheduled to arrive tomorrow, my son has tested positive:

He won’t be coming


Thomas Quitzau is a poet and teacher who grew up in the Gulf Coast region and who worked for over 30 years in Houston, Texas. A survivor of Hurricane Harvey, he recently wrote a book entitled Reality Showers, and currently teaches and lives on Long Island, New York with his wife and children.

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