Grace Cavalieri
Grace Cavalieri
March 31, 2013

HERE IS A POEM YOU CAN HIDE IN

When you come to wherever
failed hopes go, turn
here  instead,
where my child's voice is heard
in the night, still damp from dreams.

Talk of sweet surrender against the  
 February snow, and then turn inward,
where silver trims the bitter limbs.

I'm not afraid to mention
precious aspirations, and
all we know went wrong,

I'm here with you,
under the same sun and same moon,
above darkness,
right here, the source of prayer,
right here in my hand.