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.

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