January 2025

January 15, 2025

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I met someone yesterday who knows what to do when it feels worse than before

In the mirrors of aisle five who no longer hates to look

Stories above me written for the whole experience / not mine

I am made of rivers we are all water

Of something glowing white angels of grief

Of her consciousness wrapped in ribbon

She was an incandescent heart that beats through wind / every speed

Of me in the place I have been living hours standing still

An omnipotent reflection may show who you grieve

I met someone of candor who knows the weight but cannot carry it

Of grasslands where beauty is found but not taken with

Of pictures in the sky acrylic paints

They may carve this into stones etched confessions / never leaving

We may never find for what we are meant to search

A match made in the park broken corks best for busted lips

Something to capture our meeting the roll is corrupted / a thousand negatives

Meet someone each day who knows the pressure points of a passover

You are alive enough to find them yourself

Like bullet trains that speed past they are right in front of you

Of these stories who can decipher the pain and feel it the right way

You will find someone of you grieving the grief you grieve

Of blood relation meeting yesterday for the first time

— ODH