She
plays the piano
and
warms up her voice
while I
read and write
sometimes listening
other times
overhearing
between the lines
excerpts from our lives
affirming
what has come before
fortifying us
for the future
over which
even what is
left
in human hands
is
beyond our control.
We create
and recreate
ourselves
and each bit
of world
within reach
this expenditure
of being
in time
our sacrifice
the best
we can do.
