Friday 4/24 at the Virtual MAC

Apr 24, 2020

Today at #theVirtualMAC we're sharing a wonderful poem sent in by MAC member Diana Worley. See more posts by visiting the Virtual MAC online. Be sure to visit our Facebook page and join the conversation!

"Masks"

My mask is not starkly, frighteningly white,
nor is it black like the darkness of the night.
It is not stiff to be carried on a stick for hiding
my eyes at a masquerade ball.

The friend who made my mask designed it
just right for the job it needs to do:
to cover my mouth. South of my eyes,
it fits my face as well as an apron, tied around
my waist, would enfold my middle.

"The task of my mask?" you ask.
To assure those I meet on the street--
or at the PO---or anywhere else,
that I will not be breathing on them

Each time I secure the elastic
attachments that loop around my ears,
to hold the pleated marvel in place
on my face...I cheer.

The light-blue and white checked fabric
is just right for me. I wear it with a glee
...that passers-by cannot even see!