I quoted the first line of this poem the other day, which is actually a quote from my therapist. I’m sure I’ve posted it before, but I don’t feel like searching for it…and I want to share it again anyway. I feel myself located quite strongly in this poem. Not sure what that says about me about (probably nothing good).
“Pain seeks its own level,”
you tell me as we look out
over the ruined city, eerily
beautiful in the moonlight.
I can hear the screaming
from here, or so I imagine.
You hold my face in your hands,
and I feel your breath as you
whisper, “You did not cause this.”
Far below, in the rubble, a hand
moves once and then stills forever.