in which: poetry

Crying

Crying only a little
bit is no use. You must cry
until your pillow is soaked!
Then you can get up and laugh.
Then you can jump in the shower
and splash-splash-splash!
Then you can throw open your window
and, "Ha ha! Ha ha!"
And if the people say, "Hey,
what's going on up there?"
"Ha ha!" sing back, "Happiness
was hiding in the last tear!
I wept it! Ha ha!"

Galway Kinnell

Thanks to Beth Hernandez so much for sharing this treasure of a poem with me! The night before she gave it to me, I was crying. And in the midst of it, detested that I couldn't just cry a little, but that it always insists on coming out blubbery and in rivers.

This poem was just what I needed.

I am
Olli