Poem: Life Here

Life Here

There was not time
for settling in
before the world moved,
even before it began,
as it was beginning,
we were overwhelmed,
and afterwards 
there was more,
was only worse,
a tragedy stalked in,
and then, absence,
and then too much
that came too close,
disregard, dismissal,
again and again.
And still, we are here,
in the unfinished emptiness,
at least together, at least still
it is not only either one.

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