I have a secret.
In the few years your eyes have opened
and your mind and body have hurled through the world,
surely my babe
you have observed
that not every story ends in joy.
you might have seen
in your own infant travels
that the sun eventually sets.
screaming did not reset the world
eventually all eyes close.
My little minnow
with wet and shiny eyes
bring your shell ear near
I have the most important secret for you,
my heart of hearts,
is a superpower.
No, do not dry your eyes
and do not hide.
The sad that can slow time
So slow you can see what was before.
In the stillness my dear traveler,
you might even hold a moment
turning it over and over until
you see every part of joy that it held.
Only then will you
My brightest eyed one
with you see what mattered.
You may have seen I did a blog post back about grief. Karma has shitty aim and a man who held gentleness and a sense of unbridled awe for a marvelous universe grew a brain tumor and then another one. I get bouts of depression that have nothing to do with the state of my life but right now I can’t tell the two apart. Since I must live with an empty hollow bowl of grief I will see it for what it and everything else is, a tool. A super power or as Ani Difranco said “Every tool is a weapon if you hold it right.” It only matters which facet you chose to see.
Click the title if you want to read the poem.