How does one put into words the fragility, beauty, and precious nature of life? The more words we use, maybe, the closer we get–adjective upon adjective. Or, perhaps, only a poem, with the fewest words, but bursting with meaning and imagery, can do the job. Even then, words might not be capable at all, and we must yield to an embrace, a kiss, a memory, a lullaby. My poem Grail is an attempt to encapsulate life, or at least a bit of it. I hope you enjoy.
GRAIL
Even
a cracked and empty eggshell
evokes awe for new life.
The infant, you cradle,
as if a spark,
ephemeral,
of something infinite,
or divine.
Hold her, tight
and careful,
while she is yours
to hold.
She will bury you,
someday,
with roses and tears,
and tell your story:
you will inspire,
still, from the crypt.
First cry, first tear.
First laugh and first kiss.
Sips from the holy grail.