It was the weekend when the heat finally released us in Austin and people opened windows and flooded the garden stores. It was the weekend when war erupted in Israel and the photos of the missing filled our computer screens. To try to hold all of that at once, plus all of the other things happening in our lives, seems to me the trick of being human.
This morning I put this poem by Maggie Smith in the poetry box, a sort of companion piece to her well-known poem “Good Bones,” which offers us a difficult world that just possibly might be made better. In this poem I feel the complexity of this ever-shifting world and the tenderness of loving and teaching each other through it all.
“The first time you see
something die, you won’t know it might
come back.”
