if you have the time or inclination, respond to this post with a poem that means a lot to you right now.
here's the verse from the galway kinnell poem that i was looking for yesterday, from the road between here and there:
"Here I sat on a boulder by the
winter-streaming river and put my
head in my hands and considered
time - which is next to nothing,
merely what vanishes, and yet can
make one's elbows nearly pierce
i don't have it in front of me so line breaks might be off, but still it's beautiful, i think.
i'm happy to add you if you'd like; just leave a comment!