Type: Poem

“reaching toward me, / as alive and animated / as my own unimaginable heart–”

“Can we be mirrors of each others’ light?”

“the shared livestream of celebrated death, / night and day of shattered glass.”

“I wish I could make enough soup to nourish the broken, injured, hurting, praying, people of the world.”

“I have lived enough to know there / are probably embers glowing…”

“A thousand funerals in / one day    a shortage of diggers / an excess of graves.”

“I will breathe through tears. / I will swallow pride. / I will bite my tongue. I will offer love…”

“What about the kids in war, my nieces ask? / They hide, the eldest says.”

“Once upon the time / last weekend, something changed the composition of my body, / my memories, / and the way that I breathe.”

“I find peace in the world /not in running away from it.”