24 Aug 2019: "Sweetness" by Stephen Dunn

Just when it has seemed I couldn’t bear  
   one more friend  
waking with a tumor, one more maniac   

with a perfect reason, often a sweetness  
   has come  
and changed nothing in the world   

except the way I stumbled through it,  
   for a while lost  
in the ignorance of loving   

someone or something, the world shrunk  
   to mouth-size,  
hand-size, and never seeming small.   

I acknowledge there is no sweetness  
   that doesn’t leave a stain,  
no sweetness that’s ever sufficiently sweet ....   

Tonight a friend called to say his lover  
   was killed in a car  
he was driving. His voice was low   

and guttural, he repeated what he needed  
   to repeat, and I repeated  
the one or two words we have for such grief   

until we were speaking only in tones.  
   Often a sweetness comes  
as if on loan, stays just long enough   

to make sense of what it means to be alive,  
   then returns to its dark  
source. As for me, I don’t care   

where it’s been, or what bitter road  
   it’s traveled  
to come so far, to taste so good.