We Manage Most When We Manage Small
What things are
steadfast? Not the birds.
Not the bride and groom
who hurry
in their brevity to reach
one another.
The stars do not blow
away as we do.
The heavenly things
ignite and freeze.
But not as my hair falls
before you.
Fragile and momentary, we
continue.
Fearing madness in all
things huge
and their requiring.
Managing as thin light
on water. Managing only
greetings
and farewells. We love a
little, as the mice
huddle, as the goat leans
against my hand.
As the lovers quickening, riding time.
Making safety in the
moment. This touching
home goes far. This
fishing in the air.
(Linda Gregg - 1942-2019)
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