In Wartime

In Wartime

I spend more time folding things,

smoothing out the creases of T-shirts

left overnight in the dryer, making

crisp edges of the fleece blanket draped

over the back of a chair. Altars appear

in strange places—peach pits and candle

in the kitchen window, dried hydrangeas

in a Mason jar, their dusty petals losing

their pink, but still catching the early

mo…