When Ada no longer crawls
into my early morning bed
like she did this morning, she
will still want to talk like
we’re on the pillow, and she will
ask me about the so called “mistakes”
I have made.
I will explain
the way people and ideas have arrived
into my life, how that has brought
both love and hurt. I won’t explain – nor could I
explain – the difference.
I’ll say, Sometimes you won’t be able to tell
the difference at first glance. Then confess
one thing I do know, and that is
You have to keep living into
your mistakes once they arrive
because a mistake has many comings
and goings that hold still
the most precious of life before us,
and that will be worth it, that
is enough to make a life.