Time for a poem.
“Soon it will be over,
which is precisely what the child in my dream said,
holding my hand, pointing at the roiling sea and the sky
hurtling our way like so many buffalo,
who said it’s much worse than we think,
and sooner; to whom I said
no duh child in my dreams, what do you think
this singing and shuddering is,
what this screaming and reaching and dancing
and crying is, other than loving
what every second goes away?
Goodbye, I mean to say.
And thank you. Every day.”
Excerpted from Ross Gay’s “Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude.”
Read the entire poem Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude here: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/58762.