In this episode, we discuss a poem by Li-Young Lee. In the episode, I make a mistake by saying the poem is titled "So, we're dust" when in fact it's titled "To Hold":
So we\u2019re dust. In the meantime, my wife and I
make the bed. Holding opposite edges of the sheet,
we raise it, billowing, then pull it tight,
measuring by eye as it falls into alignment
between us. We tug, fold, tuck. And if I\u2019m lucky,
she\u2019ll remember a recent dream and tell me.
One day we\u2019ll lie down and not get up.
One day, all we guard will be surrendered.
Until then, we\u2019ll go on learning to recognize
what we love, and what it takes
to tend what isn\u2019t for our having.
So often, fear has led me
to abandon what I know I must relinquish
in time. But for the moment,
I\u2019ll listen to her dream,
and she to mine, our mutual hearing calling
more and more detail into the light
of a joint and fragile keeping.