Wednesday, October 03, 2012
About the ground turning soft and people sinking.
Losing the babies, and floating between the buildings on bits of debris.
About survival and loss, and maybe finding something with the appearance of stability.
Today I will make turkey sandwiches, hand out pumpkin muffins.
Put my hand to Sam's forehead, refill sippy cups.
Talk about potties, puppies, taking turns, loving and accepting each other.
I will take out the garbage, prop up the deck, drive Jane to a babysitting job.
I will count heads, wipe bottoms, dream of intense coffee with trusted friends.
I will kiss cheeks, rub backs, zip zippers.
It will be good, honest, eternal work.
And I will dream