Rising Up
Your wail
rose up fourteen
stories
shattering
security glass &
striking me in
the spot my
son’s cries
hit when he
was 2-3;
but your
timbre and tone
told me you
were grown,
alone,
on the street.
I stood
at the far-
removed window,
opened
my arms,
& thus my heart
propelling
comfort
and relief.
Then: Quiet.
Can we deliver comfort and relief?
Remotely quell another’s grief?
I wonder.
As we move through times of great discord—and, yes, even despair—I hope you find the will and energy to be a helper when others are in need. And I hope you, in turn, are freely given what you need to continue your own good work.
Here are some writers whose work buoyed me this week:
Beautiful, Kim. So glad to hear that my words touched you this week. Difficult times. Sending love.💛
Yes, we can. Leaning in, with love.