The Well - Sashana Kane Proctor

[Larry Robinson]

The Well 


My sons gathered theirs 
	and walked on
	because they had to
and we say thank you and thank you 
	and thank you 
until our hearts stop bleeding

I packed my life and turned
	with my stuff and my man
and drove away
	from friends gathered
and I shout thank you and thank you 
	and thank you
until I can hear 

My friend stopped writing poems forever
	and turned and left the earth 
and still I sing thank you and thank you 
	and thank you 
until I can bear our silence  

For there in the deep
	of gratitude
                  is 
birdsong headlong falling into fullness
hearthwarm clasp of hands familiar 
held close hearts beating time
pull of ocean tide 
	that holds me holy
on nighttime breath of knowing 
	who I am
	in the arms of these
	in the face of loss
	and abundance

There in the well of 
	gratitude
where tears know
	the worth of every drop

There I know 
	thank you.

	- Sashana Kane Proctor
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