everything goes

07 December 2008

EVERYTHING

Most of us are never conceived.

Many of us are never born —

we live in a private ocean for hours,

weeks, with our extra or missing limbs,

or holding our poor second head,

growing from our chest, in our arms.  And many of us,

sea-fruit on its stem, dreaming kelp

and whelk, are culled in our early months.

And some who are born live only for minutes,

others for two, or for three, summers,

or four, and when they go, everything

goes — the earth, the firmament —

and love stays, where nothing is, and seeks.

– Sharon Olds, One Secret Thing, 2008

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