Sara’s Valentine

Yes Sara there really is a salvific sense

Of humor (which may be all that saves us)  

Still in your blood and bones real laughter  

That can only come from real pain 

Or else it will be beauty that saves us

For two or three minutes every day

Usually a child’s face if you’re lucky

Or rain or even some inanimate object

If such exists everything in motion

(Hardly a pause for death or breath)

Or maybe it will be the sea that saves us

But only if we go there every day

Look for the seals at twilight waving

Or the stars as they enter the bay