I read a poem by Amichai to you:
“I’ll sing until my heart breaks.”
The great love of the word
between us, poem, prayer,
Winter is here now, ice
and the hunger of the chickadees
pushed out by squirrels
at the feeder, how the world
is for them.
Inside our house, the hard edge
of your illness makes relentless
war on your body, how the world
is for you.