Showing posts with label brokeness. Show all posts
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Monday, May 5, 2014

Cinco de Mayo

What Felled You Is Important (M.A. Reilly, Winner, SD, 2011)

Cinco de Mayo
 - Naomi Shihab Nye

If this is your birthday and you are dead,
do we stay silent as the sheet
you died under? No. You always talked.
Here’s a thick white candle whispering.
Pour birdseed into feeders.
Speak up, speak up.

Tell me where they go, my friend said,
in the same pain. I touched her shoulder.
Here, right here. You’re closer than
you ever were — takes a while to know that.
Every scrap of DNA, he’s listening.
There’s a way not to be broken
that takes brokenness to find it.