Day 4: Comfort

 Comfort

Today is the kind to take comfort
where you can find it, that in the depths
of the sea there are millions of creatures
who will never know why
my mother wept in her pajamas,
November 8th, 2016,
that it's raining in Phoenix and rain
should always be welcomed here,
that the engine of American
Entertainment Products will not come
unhinged, that you probably won't die
because you lost your healthcare,
because you're Arab
and forgot to shave today,
because you pissed off a white man
on twitter or close enough to his property,
and if you do, death is the last great adventure;
you should see it as a gift--And don't listen
to the man in the crowd
whose signboard you cannot make out,
yelling that those comforts are nothing,
that the oceans will rise up against us,
that the rain will rise up against us,
and the dead take no comfort in small things.
Do not listen because in any creation story
there is a world before the world
becomes whole,
and sometimes there are people even,
who do not know theirs is not the world, only
a place to stop a while, rest, and watch
what's coming over the horizon.