Maybe it was being at the end of the world
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Maybe it was being at the end of the world
The view: only clouds, mist, rocks, abyss
Maybe it was seeing that art, Mr. Skelly, that said,
“You cannot give your life more time so give your time more life”….
or
”Isn’t funny how much time we thought we had?”
Maybe it was the sound of the ocean, the wind and rain that whipped through the open window last night
Maybe it was the 7 million people that marched across what I used to call “nuestra pais” and just recently began calling, “donde nací”.
Maybe it was my daughter seeing a wolf in broad daylight
Maybe it was the walk down from the mountain where we talked of all the places we wanted to live in the world
Maybe it was you saying, “The world is big again” in the kitchen
Maybe it was leaving to become a finder
Maybe it was the first anniversary of her death that brought Aperol spritzer to our lips
Maybe it was listening to a friend talk about the trauma of deportation
The vulnerability of a human soul – being honest
Whatever it was
I stopped crying for the suffering I could not change
And started crying for the things I was grateful for
This strange and wild human time
That does not stop for any of us
That continues to blow by
with tides
phases of the moon
seasons
rotating
turning
aging
cleansing
burning
pumping
blood
oxygen
muscle
bone
breath
Yes, my love,
the world is big again
before
our
opened
eyes
