at 12 and 37
you stumble through
a picture,
a picture of grief,
pain, sorrow, and death
at the same hour
they bumped into:
piles of joy, screams,
wild heart,
perfect timings
how are things possible?
in the blink of an eye,
it's there and then,
it's gone
you are broken,
you are healed,
you are relieved,
and you should be lucky.