Friday, December 22, 2017


my head brings its own book
my heart sings its own song

This close sky sees everything
is impersonal, is still, strong

I have lived    I am losing
I am living     I am learning

even love cannot shield us from
messages so familiar, of failure

Like a wish polished into prayer
Like a loss, before we call it lost

Personal note:
Big A had to have an MRI today for numbness today. We're not sure what that means or what lies ahead for us.

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