Poems are everywhere–this one was in a Hell’s Backbone Grill email. It’s lovely and something to remember as we (I) fight the crowds and the traffic for the end of the year.


Big Lesson
by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

Today it feels so simple:
we are here to take care of each other.
How could we ever forget?
As if soil could forget
it is here to feed the trees.
As if trees could forget
they are here to feed the soil.
How could anything
ever get in the way of generosity?
How could we ever greet each other
with any words besides,
How can I help you?
As if light could forget
it is here to help illuminate.
As if dark could forget
it is here to help us heal.