is it possible

is it possible
to imagine it ending well?

is it possible
to grieve and to celebrate
in the same breath?

to see the world squarely and purely
through this new set of glasses
without having to jump the fence?

to invite fear and love to co-mingle
to have a civil conversation
at the dinner table
about the reality that should have been
and the reality that is?

to stitch up the sides of that frigid
winter river
that almost left me frozen to death
and enjoy the high July sun
without trying to get burned?

is it possible
to be hungry
for life and love and loss
again

is it possible
to just let being human

win?