What is at stake:
kindness
the kind that remembers yesterday & today
without forgetting tomorrow
the ability to consider our world in its entirety
not peeled & sectioned like a bitter grapefruit
sprinkled with sugar to trick the tongue
a future none of us wants to inhabit, a featureless
zone of productivity, profit & loss
more than we care to admit
the quotidian details of our common experience
the surprise of a sweetly-dimpled smile
the pleasurable ache of falling into bed
after a long day’s work
the uneven wood of a well-used tabletop
the comforting brush of wool against feet & hands
the transcendent breath of unfiltered sunset
What is at stake:
the beginning, middle & end — every heart
every atom thrumming & vibrating
keeping time with our own
That is everything
we stand to lose
© 2020 by Hannah Six
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