Today's poem is published in loving memory of our beloved half-a-sista, Bob Chrisman, whose memorial service will be held in Kansas City this afternoon.
The mandarin silence of windows before their view,
like guards who nod to every visitor,
the path to the doorway agrees.
A fire requires its own conflagration.
As birth does. As love does.
Saying to time to the end, "Dear one, enter."
-- "Come, Thief" by Jane Hirshfield from Come, Thief