Sendings

By Shirley Segev

Shirley Segev

© Shirley Segev

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Contact: shirley.segev@sympatico.ca

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the sheer Luxury

The sheer luxury
and indulgence
of expecting it
all to be fine
in the end,
the crisis
having resolved
itself
however painful
the outcome
(death and messiness
all around).
It's really remarkable,
this sanity regained,
smiles restored,
sighs of relief,
clocks ticking on.

The broken Pieces

The broken pieces
from the falling apart
earthenware
left out all winter
in the garden,
dropped dead
with a clunk and
a sigh of relief,
grateful
for the chance
to be close
to mother earth,
where they came from,
before the hot molding
and the cold grief.

Whenever I count the Days

Whenever I count the days
I come up short
not sure at all of what —
broken promises, longings and
visions,
uneasy hesitations,
the lists, the hopes and
frustrations,
you look at me as if saying,
you know counting is not
your strongest suit,
and anyway,
life's like that.


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