Nâzim, you sound so serious when you say however and wherever we are, we must live as if we will never die.But of course we'll die, Nâzim; we are already dying every day. I think perhaps you only mean to say, fill every shell wi…  | By Luisa A. Igloria on August 4, 2024 | Nâzim, you sound so serious when you say
however and wherever we are,
we must live as if we will never die.
But of course we'll die, Nâzim; we are
already dying every day. I think perhaps you
only mean to say, fill every shell with
whatever you can think of that is good— moss
and little stones, that blue bandana above
the treeline; the square of chocolate you
were saving for a future treat; the bottle
with rich, dark ink. And I know the earth's
mantle will harden again and grow cold,
but first we'll sit in the heat, knees drawn up
as if in a sauna, sweat wrung out and dripping
from our pores like oil pressed from seeds
and grain. Do you recall mornings when fog or mist
rested low on the ground, so the world looked both
hurt and tender? Nâzim, I have always taken to heart
what you say about living and how it is no laughing matter.
Even as a chorus of raucous gulls will circle tourists
basking in a haze of sunscreen at the ocean front,
I can never forget what it is that should be my whole
occupation; how much work it requires, in these times
of sorrow, to concentrate on breath after breath like belief.
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