with sorrow? - as light rain joins with dusk
to dim the sky, and I walk down to cook supper
while I can still see a little,
and before everything gets fully wet
Why should I let this unnamed mesh
put up a catchment for impending tears?
- while I hold back reasons, noticing
that one or several
could launch me into self-indulgent sadness
It is written
that sorrow has its reward,
that if kept honest
(free of self pity's stories)
it makes a basin to receive comfort -
comfort flowing in, cascading
all over the rims,
filling me up with acknowledgement -
how infinite its source!
©Wendy Mulhern
May 3, 2021
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