SUSTENANCE
The sky hangs up its starry pictures: a swan,
a crab, a horse. And even though you’re
three hundred miles away, I know you see
them, too. Right now, my side
of the bed is empty, a clear blue lake
of flannel. The distance yawns and stretches.
It’s hard to remember we swim in an ocean
of great love, so easy to fall into bickering
like little birds at the feeder fighting over proso
and millet, unaware of how large the bag of grain is,
a river of golden seeds, that the harvest was plentiful,
the corn is in the barn, and whenever we’re hungry,
a dipperful of just what we need will be spilled . . .
-Barbara Crooker
Gladsome Lights 
sweet…bittersweet…but yes, the stars must be visible from “other points of view.”
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What a beautiful poem. I have not come across it before – thank you.
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“We swim in an ocean of great love” – yes, it is hard to remember. I suppose because we’re looking at the deep water, instead of at the Great Love.
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What a lovely poem, full of imagery that bears dwelling on.
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Beautiful imagery. Love looking at the constellations (& moon phases)! P.S. Regarding your comment, I’m only working 5 hours a week! Just earning a little spending money.
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Thank you, Gretchen! It is lovely, and you are a great teacher.
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