Love this poignant poem by John White.
and the day spent asking what
will we have for dinner
or that moment when you realize
you haven’t checked the mail
or when the time comes that I’d
better go check to make sure we’re locked up
or the surprise the phone call brings
that today you’ll have special company
or the rare opportunity to really
talk, to share, the one-on-one
or the pain that arrests you dead
in your tracks sucking out all desire, joy
.
it is all something
it is all nothing
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