The world is hurricane
And brass
This burning library
This emergency room
This funeral parlor
With death angels
And poets and priest
This moment ….waiting for the next moment to take the torch and finish the race…
It has been the poets
Who meet you –
With the morning
With your coffee and tea…
While the news barrages you
Social media harasses you
Your cousins don’t understand you…
Wall Street
And the business falls around the accident in the street,
You tuck words in your pockets
You read them and you feel that you have a new friend
reminded,
With the ambulance lights around the accident, Where life became too heavy and too real…
These poets…
Always present,
in the corner of every emergency room
Every grocery store,
Handing out prescriptions and recipes for whatever season of life you’re in…
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It has been the poets
Who meet you in the morning…
Words in an abstract line…
Mined from this thing called life…
But always with you…
With empathy and understanding…
“This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.”
T.S. Eliot
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