If They Come In The Night<\/b>
\nby Marge Piercy<\/i><\/p>\n
Long ago on a night of danger and vigil
\na friend said, why are you happy?
\nHe explained (we lay together
\non a cold hard floor) what prison
\nmeant because he had done
\ntime, and I talked of the death
\nof friends. Why are you happy
\nthen, he asked, close to
\nangry.<\/p>\n
I said, I like my life. If I
\nhave to give it back, if they
\ntake it from me, let me
\nnot feel I wasted any, let me
\nnot feel I forgot to love anyone
\nI meant to love, that I forgot
\nto give what I held in my hands,
\nthat I forgot to do some little
\npiece of the work that wanted
\nto come through.<\/p>\n
Sun and moonshine, starshine,
\nthe muted light off the waters
\nof the bay at night, the white
\nlight of the fog stealing in,
\nthe first spears of morning
\ntouching a face
\nI love. We all lose
\neverything. We lose
\nourselves. We are lost.<\/p>\n
Only what we manage to do
\nlasts, what love sculpts from us;
\nbut what I count, my rubies, my
\nchildren, are those moments
\nwide open when I know clearly
\nwho I am, who you are, what we
\ndo, a marigold, an oakleaf, a meteor,
\nwith all my senses hungry and filled
\nat once like a pitcher with light.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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