The Point of it Being

The Point of it Being

by Sara Pirkle

Art by Alexey Adonin

That I waited out a storm on a cool stone under a wooden bridge one afternoon in Minnesota,

rain sparkling on the rushing stream like stars.

That I slow-danced with Gerald Stern at a dinner party,

and when he said goodbye,

the old poet’s fingers cradled my ear.

That I sipped ginger ale while chemo poisoned every cell.

That I came to in my twin sister’s bed

and forgot to fear my dying.

 Tell me what else matters.

 
Alexey Adonin, Solace In Solitude, oil on canvas

Alexey Adonin, Solace In Solitude, oil on canvas


 

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