Blessed Be

Tara Zafft is a US poet. She is a mother, wife, dancer, seeker, who tried to embrace the ups and downs of life with curiosity, love and wonder.

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Blessed Be

the undone version, the

in between, half-way

there. I overslept, must

have turned off the alarm

in my sleep. so tired

and the rain so soft, I

rush to get in my walk. by

the sea. my solace, my

morning kiss, after the rain

before the day. my friend

calls, her friend is dying. She

cries, I cry. waves crash. Rare,

the Mediterranean—usually still, but today

strong. what? my friend can hardly hear me

over the crackle-crackle of the wind. What? I say

Dying she says. again

dying and she’s my age. I decide not

to tell her

my children aren’t speaking

to each other. and one

isn’t speaking to me. and one isn’t

speaking at all, in a Dostoevsky darkness

I know. seems small. compared.

not cancer, my chest caves

in. for her, and

me—maybe

my tears are as much for me. tears

I feel guilty to whisper. I imagine

in one hand

cradling a glass of Burgundy

burning cigarette in the other, staring

at the sea, and a long-loud sigh, my friend

has to go, I must pull myself together,  I say

to myself, I say

goodbye but still hold the phone.

wanting—something, to have said

something, but there is nothing

in my hand but a certain grasping.

Tara Zafft is a US poet. She is a mother, wife, dancer, seeker, who tried to embrace the ups and downs of life with curiosity, love and wonder.

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