There is a trembling, almost sacred tenderness in this piece, because it feels like someone trying to hold on to the moments that made their life feel real while their body was slipping away. The hospital room fades not out of denial, but because the wild, impossible beauty of those memories is stronger than any fear. You can feel the love between the two people — the quiet presence, the hands holding burning feet, the shared storms and rivers as if these memories were their true home. Each image is chosen with the urgency of someone who knows time is short and wants to leave behind only what mattered. The wolves, the lightning, the naked swim in Havasu Falls they are not stories, they are proof of a life lived with open eyes. What breaks the heart is how gently the speaker lets go of the room, the prognosis, the pain, and chooses instead the vastness they once stood inside. In the end, what remains is not illness, but connection the kind that outlives the body.
Strong is your hold, O mortal flesh! strong is your hold, O love~Walt Whitman
There is a trembling, almost sacred tenderness in this piece, because it feels like someone trying to hold on to the moments that made their life feel real while their body was slipping away. The hospital room fades not out of denial, but because the wild, impossible beauty of those memories is stronger than any fear. You can feel the love between the two people — the quiet presence, the hands holding burning feet, the shared storms and rivers as if these memories were their true home. Each image is chosen with the urgency of someone who knows time is short and wants to leave behind only what mattered. The wolves, the lightning, the naked swim in Havasu Falls they are not stories, they are proof of a life lived with open eyes. What breaks the heart is how gently the speaker lets go of the room, the prognosis, the pain, and chooses instead the vastness they once stood inside. In the end, what remains is not illness, but connection the kind that outlives the body.
this helped me feel so many things I haven’t been able to feel. thank you thank you thank you!
Wow, this is alternatvely whimsical and embodied. Love, love, love.
i am on the floor
breathtaking.
Rich.