My go-to instrument is a spatula and our chai pot
banging them together
yelling thank you and we love you
into the cold spring air
we can’t see our neighbours from where we stand
but we can hear them clanging and cheering
I wonder what kitchen objects they use
for their symphonies of solidarity
and are they like me
as I make chai in that pot each day
the aroma of it now leashed in my mind
with the video of that nurse and her tired eyes
will there be a particular spoon for them
a whisk perhaps
that will remind them
whenever they use it
to bow to the heroes.