and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

Two Countries
by Naomi Shihab Nye

Skin remembers how long the years grow
when skin is not touched, a gray tunnel
of singleness, feather lost from the tail
of a bird, swirling onto a step,
swept away by someone who never saw
it was a feather. [...]

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We lost my grandfather, my Papa, one week and four days ago. We held his memorial the day after my portfolio review, and the day before my graduation ceremony. I am... very tired.