Sometimes it will feel
As though every moment of
Every day is walled in behind
Heavy blocks of solid ugliness
No light, no spark,
No color or song within
Or without you—
Some moments will feel
So heavily pointless that
The sky itself shrinks to dulness
And birds fly mechanically, with dead eyes.
Don’t believe it for a second.
Hand on heart, search with everything in you
For a single softness
There is a crack somewhere—look!
A leaf is falling in singing spirals
The sunset lights a stranger’s hair from within.
Perhaps it is the way your breath catches on
An unsung sadness in your throat before
Falling finally to fill your heart.
Grasp now with both hands
And shoulder it open, this
Cracked, dull facade: it isn’t true.
It’s always there, the sacred, in the legal brief,
The pinching shoes,
The smashed body of the young raccoon,
The crushed beer cans, the lost love—
Don’t be fooled.