i want our love to rest in the nooks and crannies of our standing mothers, in the peaks and valleys of the Rockies, in the ebb and flow of the Ligurian Sea, in lavender skies and newborns' smiles, in loss, gain, victory and defeat, in the pines and the redwoods, in deep greens and blues, in the 26 bones of the foot, in holding on and letting go, in magnolia blossoms and stretches of highway.
if we can hold it here now, in the palms of our hands, can we carry it safely to the end of days?
i'm not so sure anymore.
-- n.nigro (2016)