How to Survive

Even the will will return again.

Even the love, the wonder.

Darken. The heart

can love this.

And the new moon changing in the maples.

And the grief like black oars in the rafters.

And the branches that have let go

of everything, saying

wait, just stay

in your changes;

you have hated

your one life 

long enough.

Try something wondrous.

Trust it.

--Joseph Fasano