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Tender Astronomy


                  with thanks to Jack Ridl
 
 
The day after she died,
Jack wrote to me.
Pick one star each night.
Name it Kyra.
Stare briefly toward it.
Say good, very good night.
His words became
a constellation,
a way to navigate the dark.
Sometimes, like now,
when I can’t see the stars,
I find one inside me.
Name it Kyra.
I say good, very good night.
Then I thank Jack.
For that moment,
everything is star.

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Gesture

 

 
 
Most days, I rearrange the small stones
on the front porch into a new semblance
of a heart. What moves them? The wind?
A mouse? I gently reshape them with my palms.
They have been here over four years now,
since the day you placed them beside the door,
the day my son did not come home.
Two dozen-ish penny-sized gray and white stones.
Rough to the fingertips, soft to the spirit.
You taught me how simply we might care
for each other with whatever is here.
Small rocks. Fallen petals. Tall stems
of dry grass. A touch of love.
Two willing hands.

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Lit

for Kyra
 
 
Tonight when I light the candle
and say your name, I notice
how you have lit me—
with your words, your voice,
 
the way you clap your hands
at the smallest of joys.
Because you’ve given me
light you’ve gathered from
 
the darkest of places,
I will never be the same.
Again and again, you have lit me
 
as if my life is beeswax
and love is the wick and
your courageous life is flame.

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