... made me feel all the things I’ve been trying to learn that I always think I should already know. Isn’t obvious to know how to feel at home, for instance?
If you’ve had someone impossibly close die impossibly (and isn’t death always impossible to us living?) then you know those terrible awkward decisions that have to happen about socks.
What have you tried to simplify lately that wasn’t simple?
There are so many issues in our world rooted in wanting more. This poem gives us more and then some...
We go from deep dear familiarity to blown wide open nothing/everything in a line and a half.
I love the idea of less nearness making way for more farness, for things far to get to come into view.