Fragility, vitality
February 23, 2012
Yesterday a sweet boy
smashed into the pavement.
His nose spurted blood.
My friend in Japan, she is stage four.
Today I spoke with a dear woman
before she went into surgery.
For a brain tumor.
I could bang my head on the ground
and weep.
But tonight we broke bread.
We poured wine.
We laughed– and oh, how we
watched our children laugh.
I want to cup its cheek for love,
all of it.
