Poems of the Week

The Whole Array

 

This life isn't about

slicing off the parts

I don't like to be

left with those I do.

I choose the whole

array--night and day,

ease and its opposite,

the squeaky wheel

and the grease gun.

 

Push any piece of

life away, and a key

that could have

opened a door is

lost, tossed out with

the trash.  I pray for

the courage to receive

the full catastrophe,

however it appears

to me, without

needing to push back.

 

by Danna Faulds