Sometimes an event takes place that fundamentally changes you.
Even in this perverse world of oversharing,
some things are too raw, too personal, too complicated to put out there
for the world to judge, even when they affect your every breath and every thought.
Until you can reclaim your voice and your joy,
you rely on compassionate people and real poets like William Stafford, who can tell it…
“The Way It Is”
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.