how it is our first and final loss
how it is always here and not here
how the way I dress for work preserves it,
letting the things of girlhood fall away

how you forgot why you were excited to get up
by the time you poured your coffee
how you ambled back into the house
with buds of phlox sticking to your shirt
how the weekend is a baptism in it

how it is the in-between that persuades us all
to tolerate the sound of our own voices
how every religion praises the life of it
how each day is unsummable
because of its endless wanderings