Enough our fathers,
the mother Mary’s
give me a nonbinary god—
no sex to shift blame on.
We’ve been wishing on stars
long before Disney.
Blowing out birthday candles
to beat the band—
off cake since Covid.
I hold the precarity
of people lightly
knowing I don’t know
what to ask for,
don’t know what’s coming.
I just think of them,
say please, please, please.
Celia Turner is a Loveland published poet in Northern Colorado Writers and Columbine Poets annual anthologies,Poetry Potion and winner of the 2020 Denver Women’s Press Club Unknown Writer’s Contest. She regularly studies poetry, takes workshops and classes. The Grind online practice of a daily poem submitted to a random participating group each month has been a boon. Poetry for her is an ongoing intimate conversation she continues to have with those unmet but not unknown.