“So every day
So every day
I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth
of the ideas of God,
one of which was you.”
~ Mary Oliver
When we push our faces into the light,
how can we anticipate the many ways we will be twisted and broke wide open
or how a hard, dark knot of loss can, somehow, against it all
turn soft and gentle over time.
Or how a single sigh can scatter what remains.
Remembering Devin today.
And a breath of a kiss for Elaine.