keep your grip tight, I'm afraid
of slipping away from life
a spectator, a specter
It's because the days followed
us everywhere we went
Right? Is that why?
I reach into my breast pocket
for a snack and I pull out
for a snack and I pull out
a rib, a nipple, a heart
I'll decorate this door on both
sides--you won't even know
if we're coming or going
______________________
Pic: Blue skies and a slight improvement on my back today. I'm a bit giddy with relief.
4 comments:
Oh that obituary.
This is lovely, and I am glad your back feels better.
Beautiful photo, and I'm glad your back is better. xo
What a compelling woman your friend was. Her obituary is more than a tribute--it's almost a challenge to the reader to live more fully and be the change.
Your last stanza is poignant and beautiful. It refines and softens the one before it that feels shocking (but is necessary). The poem is urgent, yet the last sentence expresses some comfort and acceptance.
So glad your back is easing up. You must be doing the right things.
My back isn't so good today, but yesterday was a very nice reminder that things can get better. Thank you, friends!
Nance--Yes about the obituary. It made me wish I'd had a chance to know her better.
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