Monday, March 14, 2011

Wrapping Yarn - 5:31 am

Some mornings, this morning
I wake wrapped in helplessness.
Pain is. Tsunamis crash. War rage
Friends suffer. Diseases progress.
Clients give up. Death waits. Or doesn't.
I sit in bed, listen to my beloved breathe.
I know our days are numbered.
I cannot know their number.
I open bag of soft blue yarn, six skeins.
I wrap them into six neat blue balls.
Chances are the sun will rise and I
I will riise too and do what I can do.

5 comments:

  1. Some mornings, this morning
    I wake wrapped in helplessness.
    Pain is. Tsunamis crash..

    love it, brilliant lines. keep it up.
    :)

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  2. Yes, to do what one can do. So important, in the face of all the difficulties in the world, in one's loved ones/ lives, in one's own life.

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  3. laconic and intense...we may not do much but we can do our bit and that would be something....

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  4. This is such a blessing of everyone's thoughts from time to time as pain in life gets so big. I love the way you deal though with your soft yarn sitting next to your sleeping husband. Beautiful scene of tenderness amidst such angst and mortality.

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  5. our temporary state comes through loud and clear. great poem

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