This week, it's the basics.
I believe in sleep
which I could not sustain
and finally did.
I believe in the friend
who supported me
like a cantilever
hanging over my grief,
the one man who stood
stolid as a Doric column.
Then too food, as always,
the beignet with sweet potato,
the salmon unfolding like silk
against my tongue.
I cannot yet bury the mattock,
nor the hand ax,
but those ashes on the shelf,
I believe I can bury them now,
rest in the peace he gave us.
Affirmation by Diane Kendig | Poetry Fabric Box
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Diane Kendig‘s latest books of poetry are Woman with a Fan and Prison Terms, and the tribute anthology, In the Company of Russell Atkins. She lives with her husband and two Scottish terriers in the house her father built himself when he returned from WWII.
