Special: a calving Glacier

Sometimes, when Glaciers
-- those solid, ancient, sheets of blue-green ice--
die, they die slowly.
They fall to pieces on the edges,
drop them into the sea,
discarding their troubles.

I think the world
would be a lot easier
if people could do that, too;
could throw their troubles deep into the heart of the ocean,

let them falter harmlessly.

Yesterday my heart hurt.
People were hurt and I was hurt, and scared, and helpless
I wanted to talk to my friends at Play, but they were in pain from each other again
they were in pain from each other again
so I walked their line.
But for me, there came a friend
I had a friend after the worst had calved from me,
I had a friend


And this morning, I had a big smile on my face, cleaning didn't seem quite so annoyingly repetitive, and I felt...

Warm...happy...safe.


Warm....happy....safe.


My friend...
I needed you and you came.
I can't get over this,
I yelled at you, sent nasty text messages,
yet you forgave and comforted me.

The act of kindness boggles my mind,
and I will hold it in my heart.







Troubles, by your smile.... are calved, for me.