september 29, 2017

here, today
 
and yesterday, as well
 
i have decided that
i know
 
and then i step through the doors
and see her,
wrinkled skin
eyes sunken, gaze solemn
head held up by the palm of her
gnarled hand
 
what do i know about anything, really?

it is not enough to
eat and
walk and
repeat the same
motions
 
there is meaning
in the way we
move through
spaces
 
tired and lonely
alert, unafraid

if i could
lift
the weight of
her suffering for
one moment
 
if i could
ease
the burden of
her pain for
one instant
 
if i could
ask
a question
and listen
without
speaking
 
i think i would
know better
than i did
before
 
-A

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