#inktober 15. WEAK


I am so often aware that I know my own weaknesses in the strengths of others. All those poets and artists, yes, and the warm courage of friends. We are so loved, it is all so brief and wonderful. This little poem could be called ‘How I love you’


Let’s take a muscle from my chest

stroke each twitching fibre smooth, stretch

the tight bundles out of our reach

and make baby steps away from each other, spin

a whole life out of separations, the thinning

weight of it tugging in my breast.


Every day my own weakness

is held in the strength of others __

today: Mary Ruefle


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