Sunday, October 28, 2007

Gossamer

Washing dishes
Tiny spots of food
Stick to the plate
Jet nozzles blast fiercely
Water drops mercilessly pelt
And
Stuff stays stuck
Yet
Ever-so-lightly touching it
Single fingertip barely brushing
WHOOSH
Away it goes

I wonder
How can something so tough
So resilient
Be
At the same time,
So very fragile?
Autumn's rainy arrival
Spiders' webbed bridges everywhereWinds blow fiercely
Large drops mercilessly pelt
And
Gossamer strands
Hold firm
Yet
Ever-so-lightly touching it
Fingertips barely brushing
WHOOSH
Away it goes

Still I wonder
How can something so tough
So resilient
Be
At the same time,
So very fragile?
Two Hospice admissions
Two patients so similar
Family dynamics blow fiercely
Disease symptoms mercilessly pelt
And
Two gossamer lives
Hold firm
Yet
Ever-so-lightly touching it
Divine Fingertips barely brushing
And
WHOOSH
One life goes away
But
Temporarily
Miraculously
One life lingers

Again I wonder
How something
So very fragile
Can
At the same time
Be
So unbelievably tough
So amazingly resilient?
~ Keith

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

1 comment:

LL said...

I think everyone should write a poem on their birthday... only I doubt everyone could put as much heart and natural insight into theirs as you have done.

How beautiful!

Thank you.