confessions p. 34

I have been weeping

I am haunted, broken

I am losing

what is not mine for the keeping

I am touching a moment

that will never be again

I am hoarding these photographs

but they are not mine to keep

A broken tooth, a bloodied arm, potential lost

Another's wife, parents ignored through the divorce

Two sullied lungs, a father's shame 

A headline reading one million slain

And so many nights spent weeping over the beauty of it all

There is as much light in this world as darkness

And more perhaps, I think

And none of it 

Neither darkness nor light

Is mine for the keeping

This moment 

This home

This music

This body, in all its grace

These lips, and this speech

This light in our eyes when we speak

None of it is ours to keep