No matter what the grief, its weight, we are obliged to carry it.We rise and gather momentum, the dull strength
that pushes us through crowds.
And then the young boy gives me directions so avidly
A woman holds the glass door open
waits patiently for my empty body to pass through
All day it continues, each kindness reaching toward another
A stranger singing to no one as I pass on the path,
trees offering their blossoms.
A retarded child who lifts his almond eyes and smiles.
Life moves on.
(Dorianne Laux, Inspired from For the Sake of Strangers)
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