How can I love this spring
when it’s pulling me
through my life faster
than any time before it?
When five separate dooms
are promised this decade
and here I am, just trying
to watch a bumblebee cling
to its first purple flower.
I cannot save this world.
But look how it’s trying,
once again, to save me.
This poem is from my new book:
The poems in this book walk with you through seasons of heartbreak, rebirth, and homecoming. See all the details and where to get it here: