James Wright is sometimes the thing...

Making a card for your aunt and uncle...

When your cousin has died...

Is a helluva task...

But there's always James Wright...

Trying to Pray
By James Wright

This time, I have left my body behind me, crying
In dark thorns.
Still,
There are good things in this world.
It is dusk.
It is the good darkness
Of women’s hands that touch loaves.
The spirit of a tree begins to move.
I touch leaves.
I close my eyes and think of water.