An Eternal Poem: Time as Healer
What are we to do
with each other’s pain?
I’m already dancing in a different skin
and I’m not sure I know how
to write a healing poem.
Only that it begins with
an open heart.
Poetry is not so much
like prose –
where word count and time matters.
Sometimes the words sputter out
in three-quarter time –
they waltz into the center of the universe.
Sometimes they tumble and hang
from the edge of a cliff
until time animates them again.
I suppose time matters after all.
Time, as it is,
continues and binds us to each other
so that your pain is audible
in my poems
and the healing has already begun.
Time, as it was,
has collected us all.