6.15.2012

some bunny loves you

Everything that could possibly be dropped
I dropped this morning, as though a cosmic hand
threw my stuff down to remind me of the floor
and the earth below, cradling a baby bunny
named Candy, bathed in my children's tears,
rocked by that colossal hand, back and forth,
forward and back. Back to the earth,
like all living things. Like life, and death.

8 comments:

  1. Oh, so sad, the poor bunny, the poor children.......and a teachable moment. Beautiful, Marian.

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  2. the death, so sad. The words, the poem, so beautiful.

    I am so sorry for the loss.

    xo

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  3. This is such a strongly felt metaphor: the drop the Earth, the death-like fall, the loss of youth. (Perhaps more strongly felt on my birthday).

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  4. Oh, so fitting. Lovely words. Teary again...

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  5. Sorry for your loss - peace to your children and you

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  6. Beautifully articulated, the kind of grief that sits in muscles when they will not hold the moment. We function, picking things up, but here you look at the direction of the fall with amazing gravity. I love the cosmic hand in this.

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  7. thanks, everybody. sad, boo.

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