Heather OC: Week 49 of 208

Love the World You’re In

When you read poems in the am,

You are guaranteed

To cry before noon;

Life a spoon serving

All of it to you. Cereal to

Crunch and pop,

Snap and crackle.

Someone else’s widowed mother

Wanders alone, hand on

A porous wall, she stares out

To the lashing sea.

Next page, a young man, infatuated

By a spider’s  dexterous geometry,

Ignores his own. While nearby, a child

Learns of her own mortality,

Releases her palm tree valentine, a

Beating bleating heart,

And is okay with all of it.