Postcard from the Universe
by Carolin Messier
This week the earth
has shaken its pinnacle;
falling bricks and crashing ice
have claimed 4000 peaceful lives.
Last summer a mind
shook its own foundation;
deluded thoughts and fired bullets
claimed two single peaceful lives.
As I checked in this morning
with the receptionist
for my annual medical exam,
a conscious attempt at self-care,
she asked whether William
was still my emergency contact.
No, he’s de…ceased, I responded.
With kindness she offered
a cup of hot mint tea
in response to my flood of tears.
With gratitude I accepted
the random mug
she had grabbed from the clinic break-room,
a souvenir brought back
by one of the nurses
from a life-changing trip
to the top of the world.
As I inhaled the fragrant steam
I smiled at the beautiful image
of a Nepalese temple
which now no longer exists,
a postcard from the universe
reminding me
that mountains crumble
whether made of character or stone.
Oh Carolin……. you write to the world, yet so intimate.
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Colleen, thank you. If we all opened ourselves up authentically, we would see that we all have the same stories. So I don’t fear writing intimately, because me stories are already known.
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That’s the truth. And why it feels so personal, and yet not surprising.
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Reading this at night makes it more wonderful yet sad
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