Sunday, March 8, 2015

What's left behind

That moment comes, the one that you've been craving 
for so long, and now you have it: 
you're cradling the moon, but then it sinks, 
continuing on its path, and you are left, 
forever molded by that memory in the palm of your hands.

Likewise, our hearts expand, imprinted with the shape 
of those we love, and when the losses come 
those conformations still remain, pressing out 
against our being with the emptiness left behind:
a spaciousness within that fills with light.

1 comment:

Karen Gerstenberger said...

What a perfect poem for Katie's birthday. xo