A Thursday Poem

You are not going crazy.
You are beginning to fold up in your own single way.
You feel your edges move toward the center,
your heart like a folded blanket unfolding
and folding in with everything contained.
You feel you do not need anyone to love you anymore
because you already feel everything,
you feel it, you fold it, and for a while now,
it will quietly rest.

Naomi Shihab Nye from “Walking Down Blanco Road at Midnight” in Words Under the Words (Eighth Mountain Press, 1995)

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