Poem: To Hold

To Hold
–Li-Young Lee
From Behind My Eyes

So we’re dust. In the mean­time, my wife and I
make the bed. Hold­ing oppo­site edges of the sheet,
we raise it, bil­low­ing, then pull it tight,
mea­sur­ing by eye as it falls into alignment
between us. We tug, fold, tuck. And if I’m lucky,
she’ll remem­ber a recent dream and tell me.

One day we’ll lie down and not get up.
One day, all we guard will be surrendered.

Until then, we’ll go on learn­ing to recognize
what we love, and what it takes
to tend what isn’t for our having.
So often, fear has led me
to aban­don what I know I must relinquish
in time. But for the moment,
I’ll lis­ten to her dream
and she to mine, our mutu­al hear­ing calling
more and more detail into the light
of a joint and frag­ile keeping.

Cyn is a proud Mommy & Mémé, professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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