Friday, May 19, 2023

in the now


Now comes light and kindness
now vagrant  looks and opaque  fights
now the child tries to die again
he is 12, and he's tried eight times  now
I comfort his sister, make her tea
 give her my empty words, take hers on
but we're a continent too far away
things are always going--pride and  envy
the burst seeds of temper or love
if the not dead dream of kindness and light 
can we bring it to them right now?

Pic: From the nave of St. Martin in the Fields. Lunchtime concert (Carolyn Taylor and Sebastian Issler).


3 comments:

StephLove said...

Was this the brother of one of your students? If so, I'm sorry.

maya said...

StephLove, it's heartbreaking.

Gillian said...

Nice lights.

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