Today is the anniversary of my heart surgery. A year of recovery, adjustment, and profound gratitude. A day to post a poem, one of my favorites.
Just Delicate Needles
It’s so delicate, the light.
And there’s so little of it. The dark
Just delicate needles, the light,
in an endless night.
And it has such a long way to go
through such desolate space.
So let’s be gentle with it.
So it will come again in the morning.
We hope Rolf Jacobsen