For David, Who Could Not Stay
Of all the people I have grappled with
Literally in form,
Figuratively in spirit,
You David were the kindest, and the clearest,
Most earnest,
Most helpful,
Encouraging.
With a sense of humor
And a presence so much larger than life
that your body could not contain it.
“Everybody’s got something”
I say to console myself
It is no consolation
But there is comfort
In knowing we do not struggle alone,
Even if we want to,
And I learned that from you
Literally in form,
Figuratively in spirit.
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the tenderness, pain, longing, gratitude – the almost dismissive way in which you chalk up David to “everybody’s got something”, realizing that doesn’t work for you. loved it.
He was a friend to me when friends were hard to come by. I’m not sure why I feel the loss so strongly today. Thank you for reading
. . .maybe it is enough just to know someone who touches us so deeply. The tribute in the poem so strong and without a word of schmaltz or pity—such good work.
Thanks for that K. Bruce – I never know if things come across the way I really mean them but this is right
What they ^ both said.
Very touching, but “earnest” as my prof used to say and not a bit saccharine. Hard to do.
Felt the subtle call-back to your Jacob piece.
Thank you – and yes to Jacob! I think he and I will be wrestling forever.