"For Whomsoever"

 For Whomsoever 

 

I hope you have the chance to do nothing. 

You can stop here, heed no further. 

 

Or nestle between beginnings/endings 

of wording: there         there         there

 

It’s the way an elder consoles the hurt child. 

There, there, there. 

 

Bringing him close, bringing her close, 

into the nexus of an us:

 

us understanding, us having been there. 

There, there. It will get better. 

 

When you’re grown, making a living, 

I hope you have the chance to do nothing. 

 

To take it in, the medicine of air.

To feel held by the air. 

 

~ LCMH