it takes stones to even ask
such questions: sixteen yrs
ago i would have fallen to
my knees in happiness: eight
years ago i would have smiled
and explained meter and verse
four years ago btwn feedings
i would've been content to read
a poem or two: today all i could
do is cry for the loss of such hope
neruda (if present) would've written:
it is
tears
that
carve
out
love
