May Perpetual Light Shine We have encountered stormsPerfect in their drench and wreckEach of us bears an ornament of griefA ring, a notebook, a ticket torn, scarIt is how humans know their kind—What is known as love, what can becomethe heart’s food stored away for some futureFamineLove remains a jewel in the hand, guardedShared fragments of earth & air drift & despair.We ponder what patterns matter other than moons and tides:musical beats—rumba or waltz or cha cha chacosmic waves like batons furiously twirlingcolors proclaiming sparkle of darknessas those we love begin to delightin the stars embracing
Ignoring people