Just when it has seemed I couldn’t bearone more friendwaking with a tumor, one more maniacwith a perfect reason, often a sweetnesshas comeand changed nothing in the worldexcept the way I stumbled through it,for a while lostin the ignorance of lovingsomeone or something, the world shrunkto mouth-size,hand-size, and never seeming small.I acknowledge there is no sweetnessthat doesn’t leave a stain,no sweetness that’s ever sufficiently sweet ....Tonight a friend called to say his loverwas killed in a carhe was driving. His voice was lowand guttural, he repeated what he neededto repeat, and I repeatedthe one or two words we have for such griefuntil we were speaking only in tones.Often a sweetness comesas if on loan, stays just long enoughto make sense of what it means to be alive,then returns to its darksource. As for me, I don’t carewhere it’s been, or what bitter roadit’s traveledto come so far, to taste so good.
. Sweetness by Stephen Dunn
.Photograph by LifeLovePaper and via her flickr stream