Coming to This by Mark Strand
We have done what we wanted.
We have discarded dreams, preferring the heavy industry
of each other, and we have welcomed grief
and called ruin the impossible habit to break.
And now we are here.
The dinner is ready and we cannot eat.
The meat sits in the white lake of its dish.
The wine waits.
Coming to this
has its rewards: nothing is promised, nothing is taken away.
We have no heart or saving grace,
no place to go, no reason to remain. Art by Chris Silas Neal Recommended listening: You're The One That I Want - Grease OST Links of the Day: A Dinosaur-themed hotel The see-through toaster Bookish Blankets for Winter Reading and Hibernation Intricate lace-like cutouts, each created from a single piece of paper