WHAT BELONGS TO US

 

Not the sky, though our eyes fly to it
many times a day,
for beauty, for inspiration, for hope.

Not the earth, brown and humble and mothering,
though it forms a platform for our feet
and keeps us standing.

Not the trees, breathing peace and oxygen,
removing carbon dioxide and human toxins
from our struggling bodies.

Not each other, for we live and die alone,
though love is threaded through the generations,
and weaves a tapestry between our hearts
and every other.

Not the dreams we dreamed,
that got replaced by other dreams,
which turned out to be the right dreams
after all.

Not every item in my small rooms,
gathered with love, which will be scattered
when I move to a hospital and only need
a comb and toothbrush.
(Goodbye, all my wolves!)

What belongs to us? What do we
take with us on this long journey
to the end of things?

The memories. When we are lying in a bed
in just a hospital nightgown
(please bring me cozy blankets!)
our thoughts will go back to the beginning
and all the way through
this amazing, astonishing, unpredictable
and magical life,
and we will see the signposts
where we were helped and guided
off the wrong paths and onto
the path that is only ours

and we will be
grateful, grateful, grateful
for it all.

Inspired by What Belongs To Us by Marie Howe