There You Are

A poem for Wednesday

A table covered in a white table cloth, and on top, a tea kettle, two mugs, and a plate with an egg, a spoon, and a slice of bread
Christopher Anderson / Magnum

There you are
this cold day
boiling the water on the stove,
pouring the herbs into the pot,
hawthorn, rose;
buying the tulips
& looking at them, holding
your heart in your hands at the table
saying please, please, to nobody else
there in the kitchen with you.
How hard, how heavy this all is.
How beautiful, these things you do,
in case they help, these things you do
that, although you haven’t said it yet,
say that you want to live.