because the world is so fast and so small

my friend sent me my new nursing necklace last week and olive simply loves it. included in the package was a zine or two she wrote. after everyone had gone to bed and i had some alone time i sat crossed legged on the living room floor hunched over the poems, loving them. one poem, not hers, was also thrown in there and it made me well up with tears. the next day my mom came over and i said i had read something that reminded me of her and i handed it to her. she looked up at me after reading it and she was crying.

because the world is so fast and so small
by kathleen paul-flanagan

i teach them lemonade
comes from lemons
rolled on the kitchen counter
to bring up the juice,
not from yellow powder
in a tiny barrel
sold on supermarket shelves

and about glittery, gold valentines
on paper doilies,
handmade and hand-delivered
and how to string popcorn
for the christmas tree

because the world is so fast
and so small
i pass on my love
of windy music in leaves,
the dribbling poetry in rain
and the beauty of total silence.

i pray they can turn in circles,
admiring the small miracles
of each day

ETA: last night david found a little bird that had fallen out of it's nest (it was too small to fly). i went outside to mail something today and it was barely breathing and so wet, cold and sad. i lingered near him, watching him breathe labored breaths, then cried a little as i walked on. sometimes nature makes me sad but i don't think it is our place to intervene.