Compare nothing
hold me to the light long enough to tell
I am insubstantial and yet whole
do not tell me of the slough of years or
why I mend over scars with greater scars
I know these things
just as I feel the weight of others pain
pulling me through water with their surviving
until breaking surface I hear the resounding
breath of continuation
even as we feel weary and beaten down
unwell of mind and soul
even as we wake in the night afraid
even as our skin betrays us
we suck in air hungrily
tigers cresting waves, forming forests
glad we’re able to stay longer
for one more warm bath
for one more turn in your arms
where music fills our eyes
and we see joy everywhere
even in the imperfection
there is always wonder
So simple, yet so profound.
“even in the imperfection
there is always wonder”
It happens that this separate self
This consciousness that can seem
Fated to a fundamental loneliness
Can find in the presence of another
Proof that it is not so
For a moment or a lifetime
A wondrous thing to feel
How you so often produce an uplifting ending
So, so beautiful. Wonder is my religion; I only really put to myself in those words after reading this poem. 💜
Yes indeed, always wonder! 💜
See? I have been listening to you 😉
🙂