i’m sitting in the evening, listening to the hum of the refrigerator and i know, i can just tell, this is the kind of day that needs a poem. that needs someone with deft and small hands to arrange stacks of words and make something tight and breathtaking. and since i’m not a poet, i thought i would find a poem for you. because this is the kind of day.

I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection
never to be blind or too old,
to uphold your weighty wavering reflection.
I want to unfold.

Rainer Maria Rilke
from “I am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone”