Who’ll wire us back together?

A year ago, facing surgery,

I watched this hummingbird

Drink from the flowers,

Not knowing if I’d be doing it 

Again a year later. 

I find I’m conscious lately 

Of just how much 

My life has changed since then

And yet how little, in comparison 

To others, who now live in fear 

Of things — ICE, accusation, 

Incarceration, deportation—

That seem much worse to me 

Than death, and so unfair. 

I touch my chest, and feel the ridges 

Where I’m wired back together 

And wonder: who’ll repair my country’s heart 

And wire us back together?