Sometimes

We don’t always make
a difference. We get tired.
We despair. We say mean
things. We keep on going.
There’s the sky. There’s
the sun. You bring berries
from our garden and apples.
I make sauce from the mint
at our back door, yoghurt
from the dairy and your
home-preserved lemons.
If you’re lucky enough to
be on this side of the sunrise,
take that luck and find some
things you can share. Berries
or lemons. Eggs or kindness.
Sometimes your kids succeed
and sometimes they come to
you for comfort. We circle
back around to be together
in bed again. These atoms
have never been in this
exact configuration before.
The moment is ours and
sometimes it isn’t. It’s hard
sometimes, sometimes not.
Hard can be good, but not
at the time. It’s all connected.
Sometimes we want something
and sometimes we get it.