Invisible Hands

A poem

This one is for
the park rangers
teaching a class of kids
about wildlife,
and the postal workers
traversing our neighborhoods
in rain and snow and heat.

For the air traffic controllers
getting us safely to our destination,
and the VA doctors
tending to the aging wounds of war.

This one goes out to the scientists
trying to cure disease and death,
and the agricultural workers
making sure our food is safe.

Thank you for your invisible hands.