There are times I have to remind myself
that a bridge is a way to travel over water
not a diving board for suicides. That airports
aren’t just places for departures, but places
for arrivals, and hospitals aren’t only
where we go to die, but where we’re born.
I’d like to think not a single bomb
was dropped on anyone today, not a single
person was diagnosed with cancer.
Somewhere someone misses you.
A friend remembers something
you once said. Somewhere someone
thinks you’re beautiful. A man holds
a guitar in his hands. A couple dances behind
the living room couch mouthing words
they’ve longed to share with each other.
At this hour only astronomers
and insomniacs find natural,
as the blazing red lights of an ambulance
flicker fear past the window,
I have to remind myself:
it doesn’t always mean somebody’s
dying in there, sometimes it means
somebody’s being saved.
~Clint Margrave
