The Edges of Things
An anchor cut, but you’re not adrift.
A root is severed; but see? You’re not felled.
The box closed, so you are the new keeper of things past.
Take them out often
Hold them up to the light
and polish them.
Feel the edges and limits of things
and not just the big, fat middle
because they are the bits which keep the whole intact.
When the loss is no longer an uninvited crow
but a curled cat
there will be a quiet joy in their naming,
touching, and placing carefully back.
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