People do get carried away.
Kindness is your genius.
Nothing else stops the roar.
Your insurance, will it pay?
(The only way to end war
is to require Allstate to cover
acts of it. But I digress —) My loves,
you made your peace,
waves at rest, stealing no thunder
from the sky, bringing in the wash,
the sea glass, in simple white,
smooth and common, to set among
the stones so that people like me
can pocket it and feel the world
isn’t cheating. Oh, yes, our diagnoses,
our cargo. You make me strong. Enough.