Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Object permanence

They bring us food, I think, to remind us we're alive,
And a hug to remind us we are loved.

Coaxing us out of our numb stupor
They fill us with comfort, inside and out.

And we take it eagerly,
Greedily. Like a tired infant

Who needs his mother's arms around him
and his mother's milk inside him.

His thirst unquenchable
As he discovers temporal object permanence

Our hole unfathomable
As we navigate celestial object permanence.

1 comment:

  1. Nancy, you write really beautiful poetry. (I know that sometimes your poems can be snarky, but when the chips are down, such poetic beauty you create.)