When she let me in front of her in line,
cart full to overflowing
with this and that
and mine with no that and only
a single this, her generosity
brought a glow to her face
as if I had done her a kindness
the way my seemingly dead orchid
sprang to new life overnight,
after drinking three melted ice
cubes,
its purple tongue wagging.
I’m holding on to these moments
to place on one side of the
torsion scale
with scruples and grains on the
other
as I used to do in the pharmacy
but now I am seeking a measure
of balance as a prescription for myself
on this enormous scale
with the weight of war, malice and neglect
pressing down as I try to stay in equipoise.
Isn't that just the strange way the gift of kindness works - that we are enriched by giving it? As always, thank you for these worlds of wisdom.
ReplyDeleteExactly, In giving we are rewarded. I certainly found that to be the case in caregiving. It was an opportunity to find a new dimension to a loving relationship.
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