What’s it all worth, after all,
but for the ice-blue sky
and air clear enough
to see through to forever?

via Why? (from my poetry blog).


5 thoughts on “Why?

    1. I had to look it up in my archives. I wrote the poem on March 24, 2010. I wrote a lot of poetry and notes for poems, that week.

      For the 22nd of that month, I found four posts, one of which is what kicked off that poem and a lot of fragments that have become poems or are still in my “to be written” folder.

      “It’s six years this week that Katherine Lawrence died. I remember that week. There were other deaths, that week in 2004: a family connection, of leukemia, and an Internet friend, of emphysema. I don’t know why her death hit me so hard, since she and I had never met. | As the vote on health care reform came closer, the memory of those days between her disappearance and her body’s being found…the waiting and praying and hoping…the pain of memory has been so sharp, I have trouble forcing breath past it. Would it have made the difference for her? I wonder, who will it make a difference for?”

      “Why?” is my personal response to the question of why I should still be alive in the midst of the pain and loss during that week, looking forward to more and more such weeks in coming years…my own sensitivity and connectedness from which not even the most severe isolation can provide adequate protection. “Why?” is the shift in perspective that justified continuing.


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