This Life. This Flood.
For today: This poem.
My Sandwich
by Jane Hirshfield
So many things
you’d not have thought of
until they were given.
Even the simple —
a cottage cheese sandwich,
a heron’s contractable neck.
You eat. You look.
Then you look back and its over.
This life. This flood —
unbargained for as lasting love was —
of lasting oddness.